Alexander's armor let him detect the tension before he actually saw anything. Two hearts, in conflict with each other to some degree. He smashed his Keyblade hilt into the face of a shadow behind him, and turning grabbed it with his free arm. He yanked it towards him, dismissing his Keyblade to free up his other arm as he rolled onto his back and kicked it over him into another Heartless. He continued the roll and not breaking momentum called his Keyblade back, turning and thrusting it forward into yet another one. It too, was knocked back as he turned around and saw one crawling up the wall trying to get closer to Tirena. He raised his grip on the Keyblade, holding the blade itself as he chucked it forward into the Heartless on the wall, like a spear. It pinned the Heartless, and as the creature writhed it vanished. He turned back to the group he'd just downed as one of them lunged at him. He grabbed its arm and used its own momentum against it, calling his Keyblade back into his free hand and whipping the Heartless into it. It vanished too, puffing into a black mist. The two he'd knocked down where still fumbling over each other as more of the mass closed in. A moments respite. A moment to catch his breathe.
A moment to glance up.
He froze, seeing a signature that he recognized. It that man from the square. He was here, and he was actually petting a Heartless. The same man, who willed his conflict away, or at least covered it up. That man who watched as the warrior called Jet attempted to destroy the Town square. Did he feel terror? No, not quite. Perhaps awe. He hadn't exactly had the time or proper state of mind to observe this individual last time, though he only had one of those now in any case.
The Heartless threat was sill closing in around him, and several heartless were on his trail. But he would not let that stop him: he had questions for the stranger. He had to find a way to get to him, he had to know. It occurred to Alex that maybe this man had something to do with the multitudes of Heartless at the square. Maybe he made them... or commanded them. Either prospect had disturbing ramifications. He began his trek through the mass of darkness, carving a swath through their numbers as he dodged and ran. He had enough speed by this time that when he hit one, they both were injured, the Heartless more so. He tripped, rolling into the building the man stood on with a loud thud. He shook it off, starting to pant a little bit. Fatigue was catching up with him, and would definitely hold him in its grip once the Drive Form deactivated. He had little time remaining, so he began to climb fervently. It was a familiar, if difficult feat to him to accomplish. He became as the head of a great snake, a tail of heartless slithering closely behind him. He turned around, seeing one right on his heels. He kicked it, hard in the head, almost shaking it off but instead loosening its grip. Other Heartless crawled over it, not stopping or even acknowledging the one beneath their growing mass.
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___________________The future is not fair to the past because by definition it has already surpassed it."There was a sickness."