"What brother? Are you concussed?" He asked, feet dangling in the air. It wasn't an impossibility. He had seen one if those trolls crack her pretty violently on the back of the head. He pooled around again, just to make sure there weren't any more bodies than he had expected. No, just the trolls.

He was used to the threats of, and use of, violence against him after he'd used his powers. The other cadets at the academy had been very vocal about how they felt about his powers and very creative in the methods they used to dissuade him from using them further. So if he was tossed into space by this girl that was just as natural a consequence of using his abilities as having to fight three trolls at once. He was prepared for that. Still there wasn't any reason not to be diplomatic about this.

He clicked his heels together and tried to present himself as smartly as possible while dangling in the grip of someone much bigger than him. "My name is Alexei Zhukov. I had nothing to do with this helicopter. The trolls were my responsibility, but not my intention. I apologize for your broken neck and will make every effort to compensate you for any pain you may have experienced. I did not wish to appear cocky, simply record an accurate account of these events while they're fresh in my mind so the story does not become distorted."

It was at this point that a long shadow fell over both of them. Alexei couldn't turn his heard to see, he thought the voice he heard declaring the girl a witch who would die belonged to the man that had appeared to fight the trolls. "Sir I don't know what your relationship to this girl might be, but I would advise against hasty action in any case."