Alyxander fought with his strengths, not just his power; a talent Johnathan seemed to lack, as well as patience. It was why Alyx was so good in fighting strategy and combat. However, when he was in a state of violence as he was at the moment, barely anything could get in his way... except for Lyons himself of course. The strict, unpleased voice of the older man instantly snapped Alyxander back into his senses a bit. His fangs disappeared. However, the hissing and glares remained. He hadn't been fighting for his sake; he'd been set off by Johnathan pushing Kate down, fearing that she could have been hurt in the fight. He had thought he was protecting her.<br/><br/>Bit by bit the violence in Alyx's gaze lessened and faded. And only after John had left did Alyxander truly snap out of his violent trance. His gaze diverted to the ground, looking upset and submissive. "I-I... I didn't mean to..." He whispered. 'Not again.' He hated when he was so vicious, but it was part of his nature to defend those whom were dear to him... besides that, it was in self-defense that he had fought as well; he had been attacked for no real reason, he had the right to protect himself. His skin was marred with bruises, even beneath his shirt. Alyx glanced to Kate, then away again, afraid that she would think he was a monster for acting as he had; he wouldn't blame her, he himself thought he was a horrible monster.