Alexandru & Meredith & Anyone close to the ticket booth
He had been among the other statues, just another unusual form, in a semi-slumber when the first shot rang out, dragging Alexandru from the light awareness of his surroundings to immediate recognition. He heard more gunfire and knew the direction it was coming from. The ticket booths. Then more, moving into the Midway. There was a family to his right, two small children and their parents, the mother screamed as they looked about for a place to hide. Alexandru rose up, spreading his wings as a gunman rounded the corner. He brought his weight down, folding the small family under his wings as two shots struck his back and rolled off. The parents were terrified, but the children were clinging to his paws and he made a soft chuffing sound. "Will no hurt," he said in Italian. "I protect."
The gunman closed on them, coming for Alexandru now that he'd shown his trueness. Little did the human realize, he had drawn out Alexandru's trueness, his real purpose for his very existence. The shots struck him higher on his back, near his head, and fell away, his wings shielding the family until the gunman came within reach. In a supernatural burst of speed, Alexandru pounced on the man, crushing him to the ground under his weight, his claws rending into the man's chest. His wings curled around the gunman, blocking what he was doing from the family. His paw crushed the gunman's throat and the body went limp.
Turning, he nodded toward the Weather Tent. "Go. Safe inside," Alexandru rumbled before taking flight, swooping low and landing on top of the ticket booth. There were more gunmen here and he spread his wings downward to cover the ticket windows as a hail of bullets pounded against them. He let out a roar and growled. From behind, he saw one of the Cirque members cutting down the Hunters with a sword and they were turning their attention in his direction. Alexandru tapped one of the windows with one paw. "Mer," he rumbled, his voice like stones grating together. Alexandru could filter out the panicked screams of the cirque goers, hearing soft cries within and he feared his friend had been hurt. He cupped his wings against the windows, creating a pocket of space. "Mer!"