"Yeah!" he manages, more a harsh expulsion of breath than a word as he pours all of his strength into pushing the metal-knuckled card off balance. He's on it before it even hits the ground, stomping down on each arm before the card can swing more punches. He doesn't exactly look majestic or anything you might expect from a battle scene, legs wide-spread as he struggles to grab one of the card's hands and tear the metal knuckles off, but appearances aren't exactly on the top of Alex's priority list right now.

"You?" he finally shouts, too preoccupied with the card to confirm Fil's status visually.