Richter, the one who got slashed, was visibly shaken. "Dude, what the-" Robin cut him off. "I'm sure they just perceived us as a threat, is all." Richter frowned and crossed his arms. "Pardon the misunderstanding," Robin said calmly. "I'm Robin, tactician of the Shepherds." He turned to Richter to try to coax him into saying hello. "Richter. Richter Belmont," he said, begrudgingly.