Alex must have saw it wrong, because the knife he shot forward at the thrown bandit did hit him, passing though him and nailing Girien right in the side of his head, piercing his skull. A fatal hit, no question. Even the strongest of people couldn't survive a direct stab to the brain.<br/><br/>Girien smirked as he reached up and pulled out it out, paying the now free flowing blood no mind. And with a quick movement, he stabbed the knife into the charging Larissa's arm, grabbing her punch with her other hand. He smile grew smaller, as he looked around, seeing the people he wanted out getting out. "Okay, I'm bored now. Alaina?" he said, as the girl that had guided to Alex to the bar showed up behind him. "End this. Getting too loud." He ordered, getting a nod in response.<br/><br/>The girl held out her hand, a oddly shaped blade appearing. She slashed it, despite not being closed to anybody. A second pass, and every bandit and raider straight in front of her fell to the ground. Each one was<span style="font-style: italic">missing</span>a part of their body. A clean cut on every one, like they weren't slashed away, but simply erased. "Sei ruhig!" She barked at them, her nuke disappearing.  Everybody else stopped, staring at her and Girien, slowly realizing those two were on their own side.<br/><br/>"Now, then." He said, pushing Larissa back. He looked at her, staring her right in her eyes, and asked with a deadly serious voice.<br/><br/>"Do you want to help me get rid of the man who killed your best friend?"<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>A half a hour later, Alex stopped, dropping Alan to the ground.<br/><br/>"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-oh we're away from them." The boy realized, sitting up and dusting the sand off. "Uuhh...t-thanks." He told the courier, smiling.  He then shook his head, looking around. Judging from the smoke, that direction was the town they had just came from. "Don't go in that direction. At all." He told himself, taking a look at the three people around him.<br/><br/>"Uhhh...sorry. About all t-that." He stuttered, waving a hand at the town. "It was probably my fault. It usually is." He sighed. He grabbed his head, shaking it. "Gah, none of you probably want anything to do with me, so... can you two tell me if you've seen a kid about this tall, black hair, goes by Zeke? Maybe Ezekiel, these days... Probably haven't, huh? Oh well...thought much." He sighing. "Sorry for wasting your time, and making you have to save me, and making you run after me." He said, turning to Alex, then to Andrew. He then turned to Garret, and looked him over.<br/><br/>"...And I<span style="font-style: italic">think</span>I'm just sorry for you in general." He without hesitating, as it just came out. His eyes then widen, as he slapped his hands over his mouth.  "Oh God oh God oh God I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't mean to it just came out oh God please don't hurt me."