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Alexander hobbled as fast as he could into the house before slamming the door shut. He then proceeded to put the house into lockdown, shutting off every available exit and entrance and revoking anyone's right to just pop in and visit. Even Mel's. The house was completely cut off from the rest of the multiverse and it would remain so until he reopened. Which wouldn't be for a while, if he had anything to say about it.

Panting he slumped against the door, leaning his head back and moaning slightly. He felt horrible. Half himself. Caught and trapped. And it was all that stupid Sue's fault. He tugged uselessly at the pendent around his neck. "Oh gods... oh gods... I can handle this. Yes... where's Nick?" He staggered up, "Nick? NICK!" he bellowed out, hoping that the boy wasn't on the other side of the door. Hoping that he had come home already.

Limping, he started to the bedroom where he hoped that Nick was.

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"Probably a spear. They've got good distance on them... you don't have to be up close to use them, I mean. It's just a sort of shove and stick sort of momvement. A lot of untrained soldiers were pike or spear men."

"I can do that." Nick takes a closer look at spears.

"Indeed. We just have to find you the right one."

Nick nods and keeps looking.

He appears next to Nick with a Spear. It's a faily normal looking spear, worn, with a sharp metal tip. "Hold this."

He does.

"How does that feel? Too heavy? Try giving it a lift."

He lifts it. "I think it's all right."

He takes a step back, "Try giving it a shove, pointy end, to the wall."

He shoves the pointy end towards the wall. "Like that?"

Alexander corrects his stance and moves him through the motions. "Try again."

He does, better this time.

"Come with me, bring the spear," he says, grabbing another one, off hand. He leads Nick into the training room, which is just off the weapons roon. There he positions a dummy. When it's to his satisfaction, he jabs at it with his own spear. "That is where you want to hit."

Nick jabs, trying to hit the same spot.

Alexander corrects his stance again, giving pointers.

Nick listens and jabs again, improving.

He runs Nick through drills with the spear for an hour... or until he gets to weak.

Which is going to be sooner rather than later, as Nick is trying to hide his coughing.

"Okay, enough with that. I don't want you coughing to death trying to stab her," he says, stopping Nick's spear with his own.

"I'm fine." Nick frowns. "I just need a drink of water and I'll be all right."

"You're not fine." He points to the wall, "Go, sit down. Take a breather."

Nick sits down, still trying to not cough.

"Cough boy. Holding it in isn't going to do you any good either," he grunted, putting away the dummy.

"I'm fine. Much better. Quite dandy."

"Of course you are," Alexander said coming to sit next to him. "You're a pretty little dandy."