Alex had been in more than his fair share of scrapes, but this was leagues above anything he had gotten involved in. Multi level martial arts master, it looked like, the latest in Grim Reaper lineage, black power tentacles, and a great big bloody scythe still resonated clearly that this was beyond his skill, right now. But if he was indeed one of these Reaper types, and he had made it this far without completely flipping his lid, he would make it the rest of the way. Sure, he wasn't as good a fighter as this Ramon guy, nor was he as smart or cunning as some of the others in here, but he figured that he was here for a reason. After so many raw deals, potential lives run from, others ruined and he still was breathing, hell, thriving, this wouldn't be able to stop him.

Violence wasn't going to get him anywhere though, he wasn't outfighting this lot, he could see that. Not through being purely stronger, or faster, or smarter. He would have to work at rounding himself out rather than excelling purely in one thing, best them where they didn't shine. Besides, that would save him from becoming crippled by specializing in something. But he doubted going it solo would work too well, despite his previous life experiences, and others seemed to be thinking that, talking amongst themselves while one crazy chick flat out asked where they signed. Crazy, but this was too, so it fit. The running girl might not be wrong to do so, but he couldn't rightly walk away at this point, commenting out loud, voicing his opinion on the matter at hand. "This is insane, sure, but I suppose sane decisions never got me this far..."