Alyxander was in the middle of the battle as well, having taken the axe of one of the fallen orcs to defend himself. The knife he had as a weapon before would be a toothpick to his enemies, and his arrows were useless unless he managed to hide himself in a tree or something. The weapon was large and very heavy for him, but he knew he'd have to get used to it and eventually did. However, his weapon had no use in defending him, only attacking; as it did for Draco's army... but their attacks were with brute force, not tactic, he realized, though there was no time to outwit them in the heat of battle.<br/><br/>Barely managed to duck around some of the swings of the attacking orc, he backed up only one step before swinging the axe he held towards his opponent. The beast bellowed out in pair and was soon dead. Alyx felt something nudge his foot, jumping back a moment before realizing it was John. The orc that was set on the other boy was yet again close to hitting him with the axe. With a quick plan, Alyx darted between the two, ducking the attack now heading for him before lashing out himself. His strike missed, the momentum being used to his advantage to move him out of the way for the next attack. It nicked his shoulder, but not too badly. Another blow, this time hitting the orc on the arm, severing its wrist to the hand that held the dangerous axe. While taking advantage of the momentary helplessness, Alyxander took that chance to finish the battle off. His shoulders heaved, his breathing quick and heavy. He was exhausted, but still continued to fight. The boy didn't get a moment to catch his breath though, as a troll soon came upon Alyx and the battle continued.<br/><br/>((I'm usually not good with battle scenes, but as long as I just still with action and not the bloody side of it I'm good ^_^))