Alexander sat in the driver's seat of the black Tahoe, driving at a breakneck speed through the backroads leading out of the nearby city. He was in such a rush because of what he had picked up out this way, which was obviously Nomec activity. Had the feeling of raw power not given it away, the wind anomalies in the area certainly would have. He had known a nomec had resided in the area for some time now, and decided it best to bide his time, but now that more than one was obviously in the place, he knew his time to strike was then and there. He hand bothered to call reinforcements, because he figured he wouldn't need them. He grinned as he continued to drive, almost shaking with anticipation.
He would pull over to the side of the road, driving a ways off to assure nobody on it would stop to investigate the truck and the belongings inside. He got out, slamming his door and walking to the back, where he lifted up the door, and pulled out a large, black attache case. He himself was dressed in all-black attire, from his trench coat and button-up shirt down to his jeans boots. There was a sword sheathed at his side, and a bulk in his trench coat suggested a handgun as well. He made his way calmly through the forest, adjusting the dark sunglasses he wore for a moment to get a better view of his leeway through the underbrush.
Alexander stops at the edge of a large clearing, where he could plainly make out three figures in the field, a female whom appeared to be injured, and two males, one illumated quite brilliantly by some bright light of his own creation. This mattered not to Alex, as he was a trained nomec hunter, and felt he knew most variations of whatever powers the beings could surmise against him. He immediately set down his attache case, and began to assemble the K137 he had inside, the two-meter long sniper rifle his usual weapon of choice when he had the opportunity. He would work quietly, hoping not to catch any attention from the others.