Alexander was moving back through the calls, hearing the sounds of combat breaking out everywhere. He knew well who was winning, who the screams of the dying belonged to. However, they weren't his concern, much as it chagrined him to say so. He couldn't save the soldiers and then help Calliope escape. A yell to his side brought his attention, before a man in a full suit of chainmail slammed into him, throwing him into the wall and making him drop to one knee. He recognized the armor, and the sigils. They belonged to the Traves family. "What's wrong with you!? Don't you know who I a-" His word was cut off as instinct took over, Alexander pulling out a dagger and deflecting a swipe of a sword to his side, all in the span of a heartbeat.

"I know damn well who you are, and that's why you're going to die." The man grinned widely, and Alexander realized that this wasn't just some attack. This had been planned in advance. This wasn't a guard, this was an infiltrator. Again, the blade came at him, but now Alexander was ready. He caught it on the guard of his dagger, reaching out with his free hand to grab the mans wrist, kicking off from the wall behind the man, dragging his arm with him. Before he could react, Alexander was already moving his dagger, slamming it into a seam in the mans armor, right on his shoulder. The reaction was immediate, the mans sword hitting the ground with howl of pain. Retracting the dagger, Alexander brought it around and slammed it into the mans throat, ending both his howl and life prematurely.

He cleaned the weapon on his armor before taking off at a run to Calliopes room once more, practically sprinting now. Adrenaline ran through his veins, keeping him feeling alert and energized despite the constant movement. His breath came in heavy gulps, the labor starting to tax him. He ran from hallway to hallway, encountering no more soldiers as he went, which he was glad for. Delays were not something he could afford, not with the invasion already upon them. He found Calliopes door wide open as he approached, and his sword was pulled out in seconds at the sight. Had they broken it down?

Instead, he saw the dead maid with a dagger in her chest, and Calliope sobbing. Oh gods... She'd killed someone. Alexander sheathed his blade, walking up to the girl softly, wrapping his arms around her protectively. "Calliope... I'm sorry..." He held her like that for a moment, forgetting that there was an invasion. "We have to go, or we'll all die here..." He never let his grip on her die down, closing his own eyes. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, he'd already had to end one life today. He'd done it before, when fighting bandits or something else that his extra contracts required, but it was something he found distasteful. But Calliope, an innocent girl... He could only imagine the grief she was feeling.