Alejandro didn't manage to see what happened in the first place, what made the animal deafeningly squeal on his face, but once the pig had moved away scared and angry, he could see Asta wielding the wooden cross as a spear, keeping the beast at bay. The man wanted to help her, but he had enough task recovering the breath that the animal's weight had been denying him, wincing in pain at the stomps he had earned during the assault and when Asta attacked it. He could hear the animal running, seemingly away as Asta was approaching his fallen form to help.<br/><br/>"Mi ángel... mi ángel..." he repeated, surprised at Asta's rescue. A dry laugh made him cough, wheezing for air. He hoped that he didn't have anything broken, he didn't think so or he would be in a way greater pain than he was now. "Para ser un ángel casi se te ve todo..." he smiled at his own silly remark, accepting Asta's hand. As Alejandro managed to get up, he embraced the little girl tight, leaning on the deceptively strong girl for support while he recovered. How could he make Asta understand that it was all fine, that she didn't need to flee from him, that she saved him... As words faltered and Alejandro slowly retreated from her, just one idea crossed his mind when he looked at her face, just one way to convey that everything was fine.<br/><br/>Leaning back with the head slightly tilted, Alejandro kissed Asta, his gentle soft lips against her smaller ones, warm, tired and dry lips finding comfort on each other. Maybe with drawings he could end up leaning a word or two of whatever she spoke, as Alejandro didn't have the foggiest idea, and then it would be easier perhaps. He broke the kiss, hugged Asta briefly but tightly once more, and recovered his blood stained knife from the ground.<br/><br/>"Matanza" he muttered, remembering the time of the year when the pigs got slaughtered in his country, and how it was a festive even if bloody affair. "Del cerdo se aprovecha todo" he mumbled the popular saying, turning to Asta afterwards. The blood in his clothes, the one in the grass, even if his blow had been nothing but clumsy, it was a lot of blood for a pig to lose, and the beast couldn't last long. Alejandro wrinkled his nose with the help of a finger, giving himself a porcine appearance, then pointed to the traces of blood and the way the beast had disappeared. Back to Asta, he grunted like a pig, then moved his knife expertly then patted his slightly bulging belly.<br/><br/>That beast, specially if Asta understood and helped him, was going to end up as lunch.