Alex is more than happy to let the armored guy who sort of looks like a human-sized Gundam (to his eyes, anyway) wrestle with the cards while he wrestles with getting the door open and his drinks in the passenger's feet area. Casting glances over his shoulder every couple of seconds, he catches brief snippets of the wheelie, then a card down, and then the Jack of Clubs jabbing his spear Hajime's way while the other two swing their crowbar and bat at him.

As he's whipping his cab door open to snatch his sword, he freezes for half a second, then slams the door closed. That is a language he thinks sounds familiar. The only person he's ever heard it from -- not the mention the voice itself--

He unsheathes his sword, throws the sheath in the bed of his truck, and charges into the fray.