[The fighting is something he's used to even if he's not used to the kind of numbers that were pouring through the tunnels. He wishes he could use his bow but there's too much risk in the confined space when he's not fighting with people who know how to anticipate his attacks. Instead, he draws his seraph blade, naming one of the Angels so that the blade glows with a bright white light.
Then Alec becomes a blur of motion, his speed and training enhanced by the runes that he'd activated as soon as he entered the caves. His focus is directed to the monsters trying to overtake them and the being around him, trying to protect anyone who might not know how to deal with this kind of enemy.
It isn't until the fight is over that he realizes that his leather jacket is torn, blood dripping along his arm. Ignoring the injury, he scans the other fighters, noticing the light one of the fighters is holding. There's no sign of runes, but that light seems familiar.]
I think they're okay. [Everyone seems to be moving under their own power and dealing with their wounds with an efficiency that doesn't suggest grave injuries. His own cuts are forgotten as Alec walks toward the man.]
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Then Alec becomes a blur of motion, his speed and training enhanced by the runes that he'd activated as soon as he entered the caves. His focus is directed to the monsters trying to overtake them and the being around him, trying to protect anyone who might not know how to deal with this kind of enemy.
It isn't until the fight is over that he realizes that his leather jacket is torn, blood dripping along his arm. Ignoring the injury, he scans the other fighters, noticing the light one of the fighters is holding. There's no sign of runes, but that light seems familiar.]
I think they're okay. [Everyone seems to be moving under their own power and dealing with their wounds with an efficiency that doesn't suggest grave injuries. His own cuts are forgotten as Alec walks toward the man.]
You have a witchlight?