<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DpG80s-VAAADQMS.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Alfred Birche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14752011#msg14752011)<br/><strong>Alias</strong>Leshy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ghost, Titan, Dark Wings, Umbra (mentioned), Goddess, open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom/mini-warzone<br/><hr/>He watched over Dark Wings while she spoke her words, and worked her magic, intercepting a drone that seemed to have its sights set on her while she was focused. Flick, slash, the sound of metal screeching against metal as he sliced into it, and ripped it in half, discarding the pieces on the floor around him. When she was ready, he was moving again.<br/><br/>"Coming from the egoist with bad eyes!" He shouted at Titan, when he ehard the comment about novices. Leshy got bad vibes from him, and wasn't above airing his grievances in the middle of a fight, because he could focus on more than two things at once. Counting the milliseconds between blasts of light from the drones, he moved to provide interception coverage by grabbing another drone that seemed ready to attack the prone Ghost, disabling its flight ability, and using it like a discus to send it hurling at a second drone. A suitably dramatic small explosion as the two things clash into each other at very high speeds, which sends a shower of debris that embedded themselves in a nearby wall; carefully calculated so that nobody would get hit by stray 'shrapnel', as his measuring of time, combined with seeing almost perfectly in the relative darkness,  not to mention his own alacrity, allowed him to  set up the closest thing to a perfect shot as could be done.<br/><br/>Unaware that his mere presence was probably throwing Sam off, Leshy zig-zagged through the crowd of people. Maintaining momentum and mobility left him a hard target for drones to interact with, and being seemingly all over the place helps him cover people's backs. He grabbed another drone out of the air as it perambulated around him, and quite literally discus throws it towards Goddess whom, to his observation, seemed to care more about bossing people around than getting her hands dirty. "Too much talk, too little walk!"<br/><br/>Whoosh, he's zig-zagging around again, like a damn tornado. But, he slid around people with grace, staying out of their way; again, this primarily boiled down to an acute sense of timing and the fact that as a lynx, he could move up to fifty miles an hour, and spin on a dime, making him not just fast, but capable of fully utilizing his speed. Trying to track his movements would be like trying to keep track of a RWBY character.<br/><br/>As he continues to move around the room, he looked for where the drones were 'spawning' from. If he could find some sort of entrance they were using, his next goal was to forcibly shut it, or, barring that option, simply 'camp' the location and shred them as they came through. Even if there were multiple such entry points, effectively shutting down one could help people better focus and coordinate--but it didn't seem like Leshy was that much of a team player. He wasn't tethered or leashed at the moment, and there were only two people in the room--three, technically--that could possibly get him to stop trying to solo everything.<br/><br/>The two friends who he bonded with last night, and the one who could control people... but she'd have to get her pheromones on him and in him first, and who knows how that will go.