Alex couldn't help but smile as he observed the very worst of the world his family had been a part of for generations. He sighedas his hands slid into the bags tight at his back.<br/><br/>"You creatures were born out of tragedy...this I understand...and this I am sorry for..." He looked slowly to the Slenderman. "My ancestor executed you without probable cause and for this I am sorry but what you have become is an even greater abomination than the crimes of my greater grandfathers.." He smirked. "All of you became so much worse than the events that lead to your deaths..and this is where it falls on me..the last remaining man of the Krailey family crest...to destroy that which plagues and threatens the world that my ancestors worked hard to protect."<br/><br/>His voice was soft but the murderous intent was strong in his gaze. He slowly drew a pair of pistols, Latin scrawled into the barrels and carved into the handles were the crimson marks of the Templar. Every bullet in the clip was hand crafted for these beasts, Gunpowder laced with the sands of the holy land, casings cooled in holy water during their forging. He smiled slowly.<br/><br/>"and I would be lying if i said i wasn't going to enjoy ever moment of this.."