Gelt noticed the fact that Analyn didn't stop him, she didn't say anything as if she simply accepted what he was going to do, whatever he thought was necessary. His eyes squinted slightly as she didn't try to reason with him, turned her back. He was now hesitating due to her inaction because she didn't do what he expected of another person. Pulling the trigger however, he would watch as the bolt would fly at a high velocity and just as it was about to impale the girl, another man accidentally got in the way and simply dropped on top of her, dead. The screaming became intense from the woman, while the brigands simply stared in silence before breaking into a battle ready panic.<br/><br/>Letting out a slight sigh, he raised a hand in the air. Just like that the skeleton army came rapidly rushing passed Analyn, she literally split the large mass of monsters in two like in the World War Z movie with the sick child in the middle of the zombie horde. As the brigand began to charge towards the front doors, leaving the prisoners practically unguarded, the skeletons would burst out from behind the front doors. Each one brushing shoulders with the Administrator, as if they were in some sort of football game. These skeletons were about the same height as Alexander, or even taller. Their elongated fingers were as sharp as knives and could swiftly disembowel an unarmed combatant.<br/><br/>As this was happening, he could see the other monsters around the forest moving in towards the campsite. They smelled blood, the salt of tears, despair. They were being attracted to the sight and sounds of the prisoners and the sudden outbreak of battle. He turned his head slightly and turned away; walking back inside as the doors would close behind him, he could hear the sounds of a skirmish ensue. No one was going to survive, even if he got fully involved. It was too late for him to stop it all.<br/><br/>His pace would have brought him relatively close to her rather quickly due to the fact that she was much shorter and wasn't moving very quickly. She was ashamed, maybe, sad too. He'd gently go to place his hand on her head slightly, ruffling her silver hair with his fingers. He was tempted to play with her ears, he knew they were sensitive among other things, but he refrained. He didn't want to give off a playful side, he wanted to seem cool and aloof, cold and critical.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFBF">"Once you put the stuff in the room, you can wear one of my shirts until you get your dress mended."</span></span>He stated with a slightly perverse grin. His shirt size would just be about a short dress on her, a rather baggy one at that due to his tall and broad structure.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFBF">"I'll be in the library."</span></span>With that he walked passed her and was within eye sight until they got to the location of his office, when he would go into a room a few doors down.