It was perhaps a good thing that the light was not well in the alley otherwise Ray would have certainly noticed the suddenly changing of the pupils of the man before. But, as it was, he was a bit preoccupied with staunching the flow of blood from his nose so that he didn't bleed to death in a back alley unknown to his brothers at home. He did, however, notice the almost vice like grip the man had on his arm but was willing to brush it off as just trying to help him out. He clearly didn't look as though he was in good shape even if most of his wounds were hardly flesh wounds and would be fine in a day or two.

"Boxing match," he responded simply, moving to pinch the bridge of his nose with his free hand only to find the other man was still holding his arm with quite the grip still. That was when his body tensed up again, almost preparing for a fight as he regarded the man before him with a heightened awareness and caution. "You can let go of my arm," he said, his focus now solely on the other man, "I'm quite all right." And he was. He'd had worse.

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