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	A fight begins, and then, it ends, before it gains momentum. From a hall connected to the one our heroes found themselves in, a blur of golden brown pounces forwards, like a rushing river, carrying with it the smell of honey. The large stone thrown by Doom is slammed into the ground by a huge golden fist, saving Khaine from the impact. Walking forwards, a man...no, something more, and yet something less than a man, walks forwards. His clothing being robes made from some brown cloth, his skin a pale white that hasn't seen the sun in ages, and his eyes amber. He looked around at those gathered, nodding his head. His eyes then are set on Asura.
	"There will be no fighting here...or I will be forced to thrash whoever instigates..." The strange man says, looking to Khaine, Asura, and Doom, as more golden hands seem to appear from his back, reaching over to Maka, helping her up, and over to Issac, the hands carefully putting him back together, before sealing his wounds with whatever substance they were made out of. Issac seemed to pass out finally, as if he felt safe enough to with the arrival of the mysterious being. 
	"My name is Alexander. You all most likely do not know me, and I do not know you all...but I do know this. If you seek to harm one another, you will not do so here. While you are here, this is a violence free zone. Understand?" The man said. He made it clear, this was an order. Not a request.