Alan nodded. "I can hold them off for a long time," he admitted. "It wouldn't be the first time - you just kind have to know where to stand and when to duck, but...anything gets too close, don't be shy about capping them. If they felt it, they'd have eventually learned to stop coming."
He set to work shutting the lights down methodically - they were just switches and as far as he was concerned, it was like setting a trap. He wanted to feel scared or apprehensive, but most of that was just geared toward Sam getting hurt. It was probably stupid since Sam could take care of himself like everyone else in the city seemed to, but the fact of the matter was, it was his problem and it wasn't fair for anyone else in the city to ever have to deal with it. It wasn't fair to Jean or Andrew either - it was a wonder either of them still talked to him.
When Alan reached the last switchboard on the floor behind the sofa, he looked up and Sam and shrugged. "Dunno what advice I can give you other than get your back up against something solid, but I guess you already know that. Let's just hope for no chainsaws."
Figuring that was pretty self-explanatory, he took a deep breath and switched the light off. As expected, they didn't have to wait very long. Alan had taken five steps across the room to ask Sam what the next step was before he felt the familiar presence behind him and a loud bellow of "USE A COMPACT FLUORESCENT LAMP TO CONSERVE ENERGY!</i>"
He ducked the weapon of choice and waited for it to embed itself in the wall and then he pointed the flashlight in his hand at it to sap it of its strength. By then, he figured Sam would get the drill.