Garret was immediately struck with a heavy sinking feeling in his chest when he heard the descriptions, which only intensified when Trace made himself known from behind him. He immediately turned around and tried to put himself between him and Alan, light forming in the palm of his hand as he began to summon his nuke. Before it solidified, Trace pushed him aside, but he caught himself on the bottom of his now-formed spear and swiftly brought it up into a striking position, though he hesitated when he noticed that he was, oddly enough, hugging Alan. He kept his grip on his weapon tight, but as prepared as he might have looked, one couldn't really prepare themselves for what happened next.<br/><br/>When the blade erupted from Alan's back, blood splattered across the sands, a cold sense of dread washed over Garret's mind. Had he just gotten a kid killed by leading this psycho to the group? It sure seemed that way, and the mailman's comment wasn't any kind of reassurance. Garret had some choice words for him, but that was for later. For now, he didn't think of how to get back at the bothersome courier for even a moment. His focus was locked on the scene ahead of him, and as Alan was dragged away by the very unfortunately named silver-haired man, his emotions began to well up heavily. Dread was replaced by a boiling rage, and as Trace went on about his threats, Garret spat out a viciously angry retort.<br/><br/>"Shut the FUCK up, you miserable goddamn cunt! What the fuck is the matter with you, stabbing a goddamn kid like that? That make you feel fucking strong, huh? You think you're a big fucking man 'cause of this? Fuck off, you're nothing but a rotten pile of shit just like any other murderer out in this godforsaken world! You aren't killing ANYONE today, you got that, you demented bastard?!" Garret was nothing short of absolutely furious, and as he continued to shout in his incredibly venomous tone, the ground around him visibly warped as gravity became unstable in about a foot's radius around him. Sand lifted off the ground in waves of particles that splashed against each other, and some larger pebbles began to rotate around him as they lifted off the floor. He shifted position again, bending his knees with his spear forward in a running stance, spitting out more insults as another volley of blades was fired at Trace.<br/><br/>"You want to fucking threaten us - no, you want to threaten<span style="font-style: italic">me?</span>Then you best make damned fucking sure you can back it up, you cowardly twat! COME ON!" He inched forward slightly, and with that motion, his nuke's power activated and took him off the ground. Garret flew blade-first towards Trace, his height bringing him up and above his head on the approach, while the spear's point of impact was aimed to be at Trace's collarbone. At first, it seemed as if Trace was going to counterattack, but he stopped midway through a swing of his clawed arm and let out a noise of pain even prior to the strike. As it left him open, Garret was able to make contact with his first strike, leaving a gash across his torso where the spear's blade impacted. Garret landed behind him a good distance away, where he immediately readied himself for another strike.