"Fine." The man said, many, MANY distortions filling the air around him, all shooting forward at the same time.<br/><br/>The blasts shot forward, all of the strikes spaced and aimed in ways that gave incredibly little space to dodge, but if Alex was clever, he could make it through with little damage. The problem being, of course, Alan, who was holding onto Alex so tightly his hands were turning red. "Aaaa! A-Alex, do s-something!" He cried, closing his eyes, tears flowing down his face. The wind was forcing the tears to move, wiping across his face. The hot winds, tears, and sand all hitting his face like a warm, wet and violent wave, filling him with misery and irritation.<br/><br/>But, part of him felt calm, hopeful. He trusted Alex, to get them out of this. And part of him knew this was a test for Alex, to see if he was truly trustworthy, reliable. The young boy didn't know it, but inside, below the misery and irritation, and below the hope, was a prt of him, judging Alex.