Barely wincing, Alex's foot swung out to push her away from him in a sweeping kick, the front of his armor blossoming with red to match the back. The shadows behind him seemed to grow sharper, almost claw like, and the young god pushed himself to strike back, screaming as he ran at her yet again. Mikaboshi's fists curled slightly around the cup he held, waiting for the boy, a long shadow falling from his figure, twisted and sharp.