Alistair grimaced as his plan began to go wrong, his initial efforts successful only for the Kut-ku to register him as a threat and try to fry him. He'd dodged it, but it had come at the cost of his momentum and initial surprise, allowing the Genprey to react and start to come at him as well. Definitely not a place he wanted to be in, with so many enemies around.<br/><br/>"You've got to be kidding me," he grimaced as he batted away a strike with one of his swords. "So it's everyone against me now?" That certainly seemed to be like it, with the Gendromes focusing on her and the Genprey attacking him at every opportunity that they could see. This was not how he had expected things to go at all, and now he had to fight to make sure that he could get out alive. Even this might be a bit much for the Felynes in the camp.<br/><br/>He kept on his feet though, circling around to make sure that they weren't going to have a clear shot at him as best he could, even as he developed a plan in the interim. This was not the sort of place that he wanted to be in as he was slowly worn down from sheer numbers, if not the array of attacks coming at him. He had to handle it, quicker and sooner rather than later.<br/><br/>For now, he went for the Kut-ku, drawing on his blades and his rope to try and grab the Kut-ku, preferably as a mount of sorts or simply an improvised weapon, using his circling and he Gendromes themselves as a distraction. Not the most elegant plan, and if it didn't work then he would have to act fast to break through the circle he was currently in the middle of, but it was the best way to get out while he still had his prize. So he went for it, and whatever end came with it.