Alexander had ducked behind the table when the bolt of flame had come their way.

'Well, that needs to stop. Sooner rather than later.' He thought before the table was flipped and the younger students launched their attacks. Seeing that the fire mage was still focused on them he decided to use that to his advantage. When the table was flipped he stood and charged, using a very bright light shined directly at the fire mage's eyes to provide a temporary distraction. The light was a floating orb that would hopefully mean that any wild strikes would only singe him rather than burn him alive.

It was only a few second before he had dashed across the bar, this was not his first fight with an armored opponent. Even the lightest armor always lead to a bit of slow down if you expected it to stop arrows. More so if you wanted it to stop a sword or an axe from cutting you open. However lighter armor left you largely unprotected in more vital areas, and he had plenty of first hand experience with hand to hand attacks. More than once a drunken person in various level of armor had decided the healer must either be exceedingly wealthy or in need of a new missing tooth or ruptured organ. He had needed to learn to fight, and he had studied hard in this craft as well.

Upon reaching the fire mage a targeted punch landed in their throat, another tactic of distraction while also causing damage. Using the momentum he had gained he grabbed her wrist and flipped her onto her front. Placing a foot on her back to keep her from immediately pushing herself up he pulled the arm from its socket. A fire mage with use of only one arm was better than one with two. However he still kept hold of her wrist even as he did his best to prepare for the counter attack.

"Please stay down. I would hate to break your arms."