He was beginning to have that sense of deja vu, like he had with Lucy, with this woman - so familiar, but not vividly so. Her name danced around the edges of his mind, something...something foreign and yet familiar. Still, he kept his focus on the strange woman with the bad manicure as she took a swipe at him, a wall between the attacker and the woman who felt familiar.
Urðr, something in his mind insisted, but he disregarded the voice in favor of leaning away from the attack, and then dropped down to try sweeping his leg out like he'd seen performed in so many PvP games. It didn't really work, since his legs were so stick thin, but the woman was thrown off balance for the moment; she recovered, focusing her attack on Max, which was better than previously.
"Look, I think you should run," he whispered to the woman behind him, trying to get her out of the way. Something in him made him feel incredibly familiar with running, as though his whole life had been nothing but - now that was going to change, or so Max pressured himself into believing. Suddenly, he vanished from sight, leaving the long haired, disgusting looking woman with a bewildered expression on her face, frustrated that one of them had apparently escaped.
She refocused on Alex, her eyes narrowing maliciously as she moved forward, into something in her path. It was like a glass wall, and she was knocked to the ground, an oompf resounding from the thing that had knocked her down. "Damnit, if only I was walk through as well as see through..."