"What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Vincent mutters, his ears still ringing after Sean's kick practically knocked him senseless. Quickly, Isaac, having always been the 'thinker' of the two, switches places and stands up. Summoning the iron from his destroyed spear, he quickly runs up behind Sean, grabs his hands, and molds the iron around his wrists, turning it into a pair of shackles. Sean, instead of resisting, only stares at Alexis, his normally deep blue eyes now a piercing yellow. However, surprisingly, he seems to be regarding her, not with animosity, but curiously, having not come in contact with something like her before.