Number 7 jumped up into the trees once more being hidden in the darkness of the tree leaves. Alexander really didn't want to fight but this man deserved at least a lesson from Alexander. A lesson about picking a fight with someone his own size.

Alexander termed to the boy and put a hand on his shoulder. The boy was cold to the touch despite being surrounded by the acid number 7 had emitted.

Alexander: I want you to stay out of this. 

Boy: But -

Alexander: Hey the teacher must always protect his student especially when the teacher doesn't know the student's name.

The boy herring Alexander calls himself his teacher made him smile slightly.

Boy: Fine just don't let that asshole beat you.

Alexander: I won't.

The boy backed towards his ice creating a clear dom to watch the action. Alexander threw off his coat fearing the hole in the back would cause a delay in his movement and get caught in his surroundings.

Alexander: So if you're going to kill me. I'm waiting.

As if he asked for an attack, as he did, he was given one. From the trees above swiftly a glob of acid fell directly towards him. As he went to dodge he saw number 7. The acid hit the floor and created a thick cloud of smoke. Fighting like this would be like he was fighting blind.

He could sense the approaching attack and dodged it. A large gust of wind swept past clearing the smoke. Alexander looked up hearing a female scream. There was nothing.

Alexander resets his gaze towards number 7. Number 7's face was contorted into a frown. Rage filled his eyes as he looked back and forth at the boy and him. A light grin snaked across his face and he turned his attention to the boy.

As number 7 dashed for the boy Alexander gripped his hand and waved it over the guy. Space ripped his path and reopens it miles away.

Alexander wiped a bead of sweat from his head and looked at the kid who was taking his ice cell down.

Alexander: Well he's not dead but by the speed, he moves he will make his way back here soon enough. We should move ..... up what's your name.

Boy: My name is Quilo.

Alexander: Quilo?

Quilo: Yes teacher.

Alexander still didn't like being called teacher even if he had called himself it to get the boy to stay out of the fight.

Alexander: Well call me Alexander instead of teacher alright.

Quilo: Ha not happening come on let's move before he gets back. You said he's only a few miles away correct.

An:
Finally, the boy has a name.

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