Naturally, the situation grew tense. The kid's dragon went into action mode. And, of course, so did Alejandra. Her slender body arcing upwards, the frills and fins on her face puffing out and trembling as she stood. The black dragon hissed, and she hissed back. One would definitely have to get through the other in order to get to their respective riders. Fortunately, it never reached that point, as Sarge quicked entered the scene. 

[b]"Odell, put the man down,"[/b] She sounded more bothered than outright upset. And, true to her commands, he was prepared to relinquish the kid from his grasps...that was, of course, until he received a sharp knee to the nards. "Yipe-!" He couldn't do much but squeal until he was abruptly hip tossed away, rolling to a stop at Anara's feet. 

"R-really man, really? I was literally getting ready to let you go, ugh..." He groaned and coughed and cupped his family jewels. He might've been mostly fine, but his pride was in critical condition. Alejandra dropped from her action stance to quickly rush to his aide. She made a slow glance in the wild boy's direction, delivering a riling snarl of defense for injuring her companion. 

To the best of her ability, she helped Quincy to his feet, keeping her eyes glued on the newfound troublemakers. He turned to address his superior as he stood. "With all due respect, ma'am, who or [i]what[/i] is a Razeth?" It was pretty clear she was making mention of the black mystery dragon just then. Even so, the boy's particular name didn't ring any bells in Quincy's mind. [i]"Axon Sarai...? Never heard of 'im."[/i]