Alexander's hands burned, but adrenaline made what would have been crippling pain and screaming into a dulled throb at that point. However he was no fool, he focused his energy on making sure the surely damaged nerves in his hands wouldn't be permanently so. He always felt that stupid should hurt, and he applied that philosophy to himself as well. It was then he saw the daggers coming towards him.

"Gods damn it." He managed to get out as he let go of the fire mage and dodged most of the daggers. Most was not all however, and he felt the familiar pain of a dagger sinking into his back. Luckily, while it hurt to high hell, it didn't hit anything immediately life threatening so he was able to continue on. Not pulling the dagger free from his back as the call for light came through.

"Then you shall have it." He replied as he rushed outside. Hands charred, blistered, and bleeding with a dagger made of ice in his back. Alexander focused both on keeping himself alive and providing the energy for what would need to be done next. Luckily he hadn't been too far behind the mages as he essentially turned himself into a spotlight. Focusing a bright beam in the direction of the retreating mages.

"Unfortunately, taking them down will be up to the rest of you."