[h3][color=silver][center]Alexander Valerian - Xena[/center][/color][/h3][hr]
[@tex][@Hatman1801][@Jensoman][@Sessamaru]

Alexander paced along behind the others, casting his gaze out to the surroundings as they moved. Some of the few that had originally joined them ended up splitting off or falling behind, but he watched them go without comment. If they were weak they would just get in the way, same if they just didn't want to fight at that point. His attention was on the landscape and his own thoughts, as it so often was when he traveled any distance.

Once at the ambush point, Alex found a patch of stone to lean against. It was highly likely that someone else in the group would spot the Junker before he did, and he just wanted to be ready to dive right in. The talk about firepower and caution didn't really pique his interest. Life was dangerous, no reason to treat this like it was anything more than any other fight. Sure, there would be a lot more people involved, but that just meant it would be more fun. Alex lived for situations like this, and he was getting tired of waiting for it. It felt like he hadn't done a thing all day, and was more than ready to charge into battle.

When the waiting really started getting on his nerves, he dropped his bag to the ground. Alex would come back for it after the fight. In the mean time, he set himself to stretching his limbs and muscles. No reason to go in unprepared.