Soon he said and Faith glanced at him. It said all she had to say, that glance and considering that all she'd managed when they'd agreed to have children was 'oh' and her response to him telling her he loved her was that she'd wash up, she thought that the look she gave was probably progress. Her smile at his reaction to armour plated pajamas was genuine, and she nodded. "Practical, safe and comfortable. I love efficiency." She beamed at him and then added, because she felt it needed saying. "And you. I love you." That was probably too far, though, she worried. After all, she rarely said that and she felt most strongly that people used it too quickly. But now, if she reassured him that she didn't think they were going to die, he'd think that she did. Or that they might. So she looked at him, calmed herself and held his gaze just for a few trill. That said all they needed.
All of those things, those worries about what they might think or say or fret about in the future changed the very moment they saw Alexander. Faith felt cold, truly cold as she saw him, but not even Padraig's hand-made explosive did it. She knew that, she was sure that she knew that, before the dust cleared but it was still a shock when he was still there and yet they both moved in unison. His blessing from Qylios meant that they worked together better, oh so much better than they would otherwise and the armband on her arm, and the two on his glowed. As Alexander stepped forward, he aimed his sword straight at Padraig, a smile on his face even though half the flesh of it was missing. She had to stop it, she knew she had to and yet, Faith felt herself move as though through treacle. Stepping forward, she raised her sword to deflect his blow, but she did very little.
What she did, though, was enough. Enough to make him move from the thrust which would have taken Padraig straight through the throat to the feeling of Alexander's sword piercing his shoulder even as his own blade sliced through the vile creature's neck. Padraig had the skill, there was no doubt, but he didn't quite have the strength to push through and for a brief moment, they were at an impasse the three of them. Alexander had his sword literally embedded in Padraig's shoulder, pierced right through and Faith winced as she realised that the pain must be unbearable. Padraig's sword was equally embedded half way into Alexander's neck and Faith knew that she had to do something without distracting Padraig from what he needed to do. Slicing off his head was what they needed, she hoped, but last time the beast had regenerated and so Faith sliced down his chest, aiming her sword to stick in there, opening up the wound and revealing the glowing well within. She could deal with that, she would have to deal with that and so, she let go of her sword. If Padraig needed a spare, it was there. If he didn't, it was an irritant.
Alexander, meanwhile, smiled at Padraig and, with a snarl, he twisted the sword in the scholar's shoulder.