Alistair is tickled pink the big and burly types are running in from all directions to take point. He continues to open the doors in front of them as best he can to the locations of the screams with the solid tactical plan of being the very last person to step into the danger zone. As a matter of fact, If he can help it, he will stand outside the danger zone and use his newly found powers at range.<br/><br/>With each hurried step he was getting a little more excited. There was a certain rush, a thrill of charging into the breach, with a promise of certain doom. The look on the faces of his cohorts told him that deep down, they too felt the same. that certain 'rush' of excitement and danger. His days as a hero may be long, or they may be over in the next five minutes. Either way he promised himself he would conduct himself in a manner suiting his status. These people feel he is their hero or champion, then he will live...or die as such.<br/><br/>Living through this night will bring forth dreams and ambitions. Marrying a beautiful princess...castles...and all manner of ren faire folly.<br/><br/>But first he has to survive...tonight.