It was a scary prospect, but there was no way Alejandro was going to let Asta take the initiative in front of such a beast, so he was ready to step forward and face that creature. Asta called for him though, through unknown word and firm arm she kept Alejandro from rushing forward. She seemed content with the spear they had made, but still wasn't ready to go and let Asta face the pig with wood when he had steel at hand. Asta repeated the same word, pulling Alejandro half a step back. He wasn't going to flee, not now. Not only that beast that attacked him could be a source of food, but there was something else boiling inside him.<br/><br/>Pride. Alejandro had been stomped by that beast and saved by Asta, making him wonder what would have happened if it was Aerin the one that was trampled by the pig. With his physique, even if it was far fetched, Alejandro couldn't help but believe that the tattooed man would have wrestled that animal into submission. That was how he felt, even if irrational, eager to prove his manliness before Asta, to show her that he was also a strong and brave man. And yet, Asta had a different idea.<br/><br/>"No voy a dejar que escape, necesito..." Alejandro protested against Asta's words, both of them talking even if they couldn't quite understand each other. Making a face that would cause Alejandro to laugh if it wasn't for the situation, he looked to the pig, then back to Asta. "Quieres que lo dejemos morir... que se desangre..." he nodded, thinking that he had understood what she meant. Standing on guard between Asta and the beast, Alejandro waited, seeing the life slowly seep from the animal, his hazel eyes looking at the beastly ones, seeing how they slowly lost their shine. As that rival fell with a heavy thud to the ground, Alejandro couldn't help but feel odd inside, victorious, yet cold.<br/><br/>The creature was still alive, but in no way able to put up any fight now. Wondering how Asta felt looking at that, Alejandro thought that maybe it was the time to show some piety. "Piedad" he muttered, gesturing Asta with the blunt end of his knife that he was going to end it. "Piedad" he repeated. Getting close to the pig, Alejandro felt off, weak. As the adrenaline of the attack, the kiss, the chase started to vanish, the pain of the attack, the exhaustion of defending himself, the lack of water and proper food was getting to him. "No..." he muttered, as the knife fell from his hands. The pig didn't even budge, long gone any strength to fight, so Alejandro leaned against a nearby tree, trying to reach for his knife to end the task.