[color=cyan][u][h2][center]Alexander Grossem[/center][/h2][/u][/color]
[center]Talking to [@Arreyis] [@Calatrava][/center]
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What happened next seemed surreal to Alex - Enzo was reduced to a coughing fit whilst uttering some foreign dialect, and he went on to state that everything he doubted was real.
Alex observed around him that people were getting ready to fight, well not everybody but a fair few especially those near him - one of them even had sparks flying from their hands although Alex had no idea why that was.

This...
This scenario presented an issue for Alex, a significant one.
These people with their armaments and maybe magic were all built to fight and maybe even kill, although Alex struggled to work out just how a sword was going to hurt the wind or whatever was carried on it.
Alex, was not a fighter - he was a hunter, he could track a man or beast for miles on end and take them out from a distance, he could not however fight something or someone to the death with his bare-hands, which is all he had at the moment, he was fit but not strong.
But just because he could not fight, did not mean he would run - what sort of impression would that make here if he fled at the first sign of trouble? No one would want to stand by his side if all he could do was run.

Enzo made that remark as well although it may have been directed at another guy near them, the persons response was to tie his hair back and assume a defensive stance with his fists.
Alex made a retort to what Alex had said though [color=cyan]”I don’t have a sword or a gun to fight with, my hands won’t do much good against whatever that thing is coming towards us, but I won’t just run away- I’ve lost too much already just getting here to give up at the first hurdle.”[/color] it had been a long while since Alex had spoken to another with so much conviction behind his voice, perhaps some good changes were already taking place for him.

It didn’t change that Alex was lost here, honestly he thought everyone was blowing this way out of proportion, the wind was strong without a doubt and there was something off about the wind as well, but he couldn't quite place it.
Honestly he was at a loss as what to do, at least until another thick accented voice shout over the wind - upon inspection it appeared to be a red haired girl with what looked like a service dog? Alex loved dogs, but he was honestly taken aback that someone with a service animal would come to this school, or be invited for that matter, she must be truly be exceptional to be admitted with a drawback that required a service dog.

It presented an opportunity for him to be of some use however, he'd be no good in a fight, if indeed there was one coming (something he still doubted) but at the very least if things got really dicey he'd be able to get someone who may need the help out of harms way, what good would anyone be if they were dead? 
Alex gave a Enzo quick glance, he looked ill; far worse than himself, but was still mustering the energy and courage to stand-fast against whatever was coming, it was admirable indeed, but it seemed as it was more to prove that he was in fighting shape despite how it appeared on the surface, strange he barely knew this guy but Alex seemed to hope that Enzo didn't put any unnecessary risk on himself given the state of his health. 
He made his way over to the girl with the service dog, an act which earned a growl off it, but paying the dog no mind for now Alex asked, again needing to raise his voice just so it could be heard in a wind that was now beating against him, [color=cyan]"Are you alright? I won't be any good in a fight but I can try and get you away from here if things go south."[/color] Ironically, and unbeknown to Alex, he was probably the least capable here for a straight up fight at this stage - but still he thought he was doing the best he could in a situation like this.