The second the girl drew her staff, West's mind turned on. He forgot everything about the death game, and drew his sword on the girl, knocking the staff aside and pointing the blade at her. THey stood in silence, weapons pointed at one another for a brief second, before West realized quite what was happening. He had played so many games where meeting another player meant the two would have to fight, and normally West would be perfectly okay with dueling another person, but this was different. If the two of them fought, only one of them would leave. If he committed to this fight, then one of them would actually die.

He stared into his opponents eyes, summing up this girl. She was scared, like him, he could see it in her. While his own eyes showed little emotion, his hands trembled beneath the weight of his sword.
"I didn't come to fight. I came to help." He spoke calmly and slowly, looking the girl in the eyes as he slowly moved his hand away and sheathed his sword. "M-my name is West...  I mean, Lutwin. Fuck, I don't know" He laughed slightly, out of nervousness more than anything else "It's uh, this place is full of wasps, they can be quite tough... I saw you come in. It's dangerous." He stammered, his words were quiet, totally unused to talking to anyone.

After he said his piece, he was suddenly aware of his surroundings again and placed his hand back on the hilt of his sword. this was still a game, he couldn't forget where he was. He listened carefully to his surroundings, the place was practically alive with buzzing. If the two of them weren't careful, the game would be over for them before it even really began.
"Listen, I'd really feel better if we continued this conversation outside the forest." He mumbled, turning and starting to walk slowly away, beckoning her to follow.