"Well, seeing as how we are now equals because of this odd situation, I suppose you can call me Spruce. I will continue to call you Karol."

Spruce moved to stand, but winced, looking down and finding a sizable piece of the ceiling where his left leg ought to have been.

"No... No no no!" He tossed the heavy chunk of ceiling aside only to find his leg crushed.
"Dammit no!" He cried out in pain as he tried futilely to move his destroyed leg.

Just then, one of the pinecone creatures was walking by the glass entryway of the former dojo, and upon hearing Spruce's cry, it turned to look inside. It's hard to tell a pinecone's expression, but it somehow seemed clear that this one was hungry when it started scratching against the glass so much that the glass started to crack.