His head bowed, Alex didn't know the hand was coming until he felt it at his shoulder which caused him to stiffen.  Luna's words did put him at ease though when she accepted his help.  'Honored' being the word that she used and Alex wasn't sure how to feel about that.  To be honest, he wasn't sure how to feel about a lot of what she was saying to him as, quite frankly, she was making it sound like he was the better warrior between the two of them.  An outlandish claim, especially coming from a Guardian which violently clashed with the beliefs that the hunter had long-since been taught and accepted fully.  He was a human.  A mortal.  He could fight, could even kill demons, but only the demons like the one that Luna had just slain: a dog.  Like any other mongrel he could put it down with a couple bullets but when it came to the dog's masters...he had no chance and he knew it.<br/><br/>Despite Luna's words, Alex was similarly a dog that knew his place.  But he would protect her and her fellow Guardians just as loyally.<br/><br/>"I will guard your back," Alex declared, nodding his head slowly in agreement at that part at the very least.  Looking up at Luna, he reached out and his large hand clasped her smaller one.  His grip was gentle. "And help you in any way I can to reunite you with the other Guardians and help you all become stronger."<br/><br/>It didn't matter if Luna slaying the demon was a matter of luck.  She just needed time to develop her powers, to understand what she was capable of, and then she would no longer need his help.  The Guardians were the ones destined to fight the Dark Ones and defeat them just as they had in the past.  Alex was just the one that could buy them time.  Having experienced such a harsh living where he had clearly seen evidence of the weak only being capable of dying so foolishly in the face of a stronger foe, he knew that no matter how much skill he possessed or how powerful his weapons may be, there were those who made them null and void.  And when it came to a point where his weapons, his skills, became useless and the only thing of worth that he could give was his life...he would do so just because he believed that strongly.<br/><br/>While these thoughts renewed his resolve, Alex decided that they needed to move on.  Remembering where they were, the hunter stood back to his full height and looked around the auditorium, letting go of Luna's hand.<br/><br/>"We should move on," he said, looking to Luna and Vergil. "There could be others nearby; the one you had slain possibly being a part of a pack.  Uncommon but possible and dangerous nonetheless with the rising number of demons.  And we should probably find you clothes.  Do you have a home?  I have a car nearby if you do not have transportation.  We should take the theater's back exits if it has any to avoid unwanted attention."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>