[h1][color=red][center]Alex[/center][/color][/h1]

It was those birds. It had to be those birds. That was when all this weird shit starting escalating into whatever that was. An entire building and most of a road wrecked. Alex took out one of his knives and quickly started heading towards where he'd last seen the birds, using anymore he saw to guide his way. Swain or Fiddlesticks, or whoever was at the bottom of this. Didn't matter, he just wanted it to stop. How many people had been put in danger? How many people had actually died? An odd determined look was on his face, for possibly the first time. He had a goal now.