<div class="floatleft">(http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w228/Rayve13/Alex-Pettyfer-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Alexi Reynolds</strong><br/><strong>Nom de Guerre: Bulwark</strong><br/><strong>Position/Grade: Student/Senior</strong><br/><strong>Location: Goliath Stadium</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Lara, B's, everyone</strong><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>The pat on his butt startled Alexi back into paying attention to what was going on rather than simply being happy for his friend. He had been vaguely aware of Beth's attempt to disarm Pete, but he hadn't even felt Braelyn getting close until she walked by. He flashed crimson at the touch. Even though he knew the B's pretty well by reputation, it was certainly flattering to receive the attention of a girl as...well...hot as Braelyn.<br/><br/>Fortunately, he didn't have too much time to dwell on it as Lara got back to him. He put his arm around her waist. "The belt's a weird feeling, no doubt," he answered, chuckling a bit over her first statement, "shutting off something that's a part of you, even for a little while...," he trailed off, not really having the words to express the feeling. He'd had to wear one his first two years, but generally was able to forgo it now, for which he was grateful. For now, he just watched Braelyn's disarm, smiling his approval as she took the weapon away, then sighing, knowing that it was his turn next. "Alright, I guess it's my turn now," he said, voice a bit resigned. He was usually better at the direct fighting styles, like boxing and wrestling. But he knew this was important too, especially because he knew he could use leverage moves at reduced size once he learned to stop his shrinking before he got to his smallest size.<br/><br/>He stepped forward, his face going more neutral as he and Pete circled for a moment before the teacher's aide lunged at him, finger tightening on the trigger as the first arc of electricity crackled. Alexi moved to the side, but not quite fast enough to avoid all of the current. He winced at the graze, but sent the stun gun flying. He knew the Wolf would spot the error, but he at least managed to avoid most of the contact. He handed the weapon back to Pete with a wry shoulder shrug before resuming his place in the line. "Not the best start to a training session," he muttered.