Alex grit his teeth, head snapping back and eyes squeezing shut, breaking contact before his fear gaze could work. Guy was stronger than he looked. But Alexander had been trained by the strongest there was; he wasn't about to go down from a slap.
His eyes flashed brighter now, almost a pulsing blue white, and he locked eyes with the intruder. He would have used the opportunity to deliver a sweeping kick and knock him off his feet, but his ankles were still less than perfect, and he didn't want to cripple himself two seconds into the fight. So a few punches would have to do, in the absence of any suitable weapons, and another swing of the canister for good measure.
"I think it's some sort of sea...rapist-murderer," he offered to the ghosts, "Look at that face and tell me he's not."