Tora's commotion seemed to prompt a near-instant response. The random strangers strewn over the hillside stirred themselves to wakefulness in quick succession, some muddled by sleep and some worryingly ready for a fight. Everyone getting up at more or less the same time turned out a to be a bit overwhelming, and Tora could feel sweat beading on his head as a number of eyes turned his way, so he quit with the excessive theatrics. That said, his train of thought came to an abrupt stop when he sighted Blazermate. 

“Wow-wow!” he exclaimed. He did not for a moment mistake her as Poppi, since he knew every inch of his creation by heart, but this machine piqued his interest most thoroughly. She asked him whether or not he understood her, and he nodded as vigorously as his utter lack of neck would allow. “Yes, Tora, understand completely, and am very friendly, especially to super-cutiepon Artifical Blade! Did Grampypon Soosoo make?” He narrowed his eyes a touch. “No, could not be. Grampypon even better mechanic than Tora, and friend Blade have very blank face, not very much soul. Would not go backward in design.”

His somewhat diminished interest allowed his gaze to wander, and the sight of more strangers reminded him what was going on. “Right, meh!” At rapt attention he watched the Centurion, who he did not otherwise react to, try and fail to help the poor puff. The next second, however, the blade vanished, making Tora jump. “Whoa!” It came to a rest in the hands of an armored warrior, who he couldn't distinguish between man or Blade. Given the lack of extraneous design, however, Tora settled on 'man', though this man did speak in a very strange fashion. 

He noticed another stranger, this one a girl in a green mantle, being accusatory to the swordsman. As Tora put two and two together, the Nopon's tone turned harsh, and he spoke up after Linkle did. “Faceless man speak funny. Much talk in circles. Did you or did not you hurt pinkypon?”

In the background, a chorus of questions rose. Most followed the same theme, though some of the more confrontational weirdos, like the cowboy-looking man and the great dragon-turtle, looked ready to brawl. It made Tora forget all about Zer0. Despite the scary situation, however, Tora felt something in his guts: that nobody here was really a bad person. Addressing the hooded girl, he told her, “Do not worry, friend. Tora know everything will be alright!” That said, the gunslinger looked seconds away from putting a few holes in the reptile and the armored guy, of all things. Tora considered running in to try to defuse the situation, since that seemed like something a hero would do, but had no idea what to say. “Ohhh...” he moaned, unsure. “Don't know what do! Where Poppi and Rex-Rex when need them!?”

At that moment, a very normal-looking man approached, holding a weapon but bringing words of peace. Tora breathed a sigh of relief that somebody took the initiative to calm things down. In the momentary lull, Tora spotted a funny-looking puppet flying over to the dragon from earlier, calling him 'King Bowser.' While that meant nothing to the Nopon, he did remember something the brute mentioned a moment ago. “Glowy wing ball,” he murmured aloud. “Blast with light?” Now that he thought about it, Tora remembered light as well, horrible and blinding. Even having witnessed the almighty light of Mythra, an Aegis, he felt [i]that[/i] light harsher and...colder, of all things.

Given his proximity to Kirby, he noticed as Blazermate extended the little puff a stream of soft energy. Its exposure appeared to close the fallen one's wounds, and his rigid muscles seemed to relax. After a few moments, Tora could tell that the patient was still breathing. “Ah, friend blade is great healybot! Last assessment maybe bit unkind...” He reached his wing down and tickled Kirby in the side, prompting a weak giggle. “Pinkypon alive!” Tora announced, wearing a wide smile. “Is very good to see.”