The girl spun and shoved Alexander back, and they snickered. Alexander himself grinned as the girl locked eyes and threatened him with information. Information that, curiously, he no longer cared for.
"I don't care," Alexander told her. "I just want to see you squirm while I pick him apart. A blinding flash of light came from his body and his clones, accompanied by a deafening noise. This would blind them for a short time, and deafen them for about as long. All they would hear is a ringing in their ears.
The second after would achieve its value as Alexander fired his gun once at Zeferoth, the powerful, steel bending slug chugging at him beyond see-able speed. To follow it, Alexander launched his clones in a frenzy of confusing movements while he moved towards Zeferoth with a fist full of light charging. Regardless of how powerful the man thought he was, how thick his armor was, he was about to experience a terribly painful sensation.
It would knock him back several feet as wind focused around the burst of light that would come from Alexander's punch, and the man would find himself caught in a powerful, crushing Typhoon as it cascaded down from the sky atop of him. Alexander would turn his eyes to Oriel, placing the sword at her neck and attempting to draw it across.
The purpose of this would not be to hurt her. Alexander was very precise with his blade. Instead, he wanted to cut her. Clarent was responding to the darkness within Zeferoth, growing sharper by his very presence. By quickly pulling the blade across her throat, Alexander would cut her enough to bleed, but not enough to truly hurt her. It would be a message left after this, a reminder.
Afterwards, successful or not Alexander would force her back with the wind, while the clones rushed about. Alexander would fade into their mass, shuffling back into their number and moving freely among them.
___________________The future is not fair to the past because by definition it has already surpassed it."There was a sickness."