For a singular poised moment - everything within Alexander's world seemed to still. The tip of his battle-worn boots met the lip of the large, darkened tunnel. Water at his feet slowly trickled over the edge and into that oblivion of open air. The Dark Hunter was well aware of each breath, his chest rising and falling steadily as that adrenaline of battle tore through his very system. His blue-green irises watched the hissing snake beneath him as it reared back before attempting to strike at the lithe, albeit small figure of the Egyptian woman that danced lightly upon the balls of her feet. He had exactly one chance to get this right, his aim would have to be true and, quite on cute, Alexander spotted that gash at the back of the serpent's head. Oh, how safe that reptile thought he was! How very very wrong he would be. The Dark Hunter took several steps backward, his boots sloshing in the water underfoot. A single, steading inhale was taken before the Dark Hunter fearlessly ran forward towards the open air, pushing off at the last possible moment as he jumped forward and into the expanse of nothingness, hoping that, against all odds, the snake would stay still for just a moment longer. He reached up, his every movement controlled as if he had done this a thousand times over, as he summoned his weapons once again. The sword that appeared in his palm, however, was wholly unlike the one he so typically favored, the elongated blade the perfect choice to slice between muscle and flesh far too armored than his usual opponents.

The soles of his shoes slid slightly as his feet finally touched the slick scales of the monstrous reptilian. He hardly faltered, however, his arms came down, the tip of his blade steered towards that small chink within the snake's armor. That slice was all he needed to press the greatsword deeper within the beast - the snake echoing another magnificent roar. The Dark Hunter was entirely prepared, this time, for the creature's flailing, the tactic all that it had available to it when such strikes hit in such hard to reach places. His grip upon the sword's hilt tightened as he let his feet slide out from under him, Alexander, once again, utilizing gravity to his very advantage as he purposefully fell alongside the snake's head. His sword, however, as hardly as inclined to free as easily, the blade pulled down with him only to widen the gash he had forged. Alexander's feet hit the crumbling stone ground with an echoing thud, the snake momentarily wavering within his wake. Immediately, the hunter wheeled back towards his prey, hardly trusting that the creature would not make some final, desperate bid for vengeance, even as that weak gargled cry left its lips. It's head, however, was little more than half attached - dangling in a macabre manner as blood oozed from the wound like a waterfall, pooling at Alexander's feet. The snake, however, seemed to fall sluggishly to the ground, as if it still held fought the inevitability of its death. It's body collided into the ground underfoot, sending pebbles, small stones, and forgotten bones of victims long lost flying in its wake. The very force of that impact seemed to echo through the sewer system, sending tremors underfoot.

A small frown crossed Alexander's features as he neared the creature, toeing it with the tip of his steel-toed boot. Although it was...unlikely the creature still breathed after the damage done to it, Alexander was weary all the same. He had seen many a Hunter die from underestimating the mending capabilities of the animal kind. The snake, however, hardly moved, any hint of life all but leaving the reptilian as it lay lifelessly before him. He surveyed the true size of the beast as he stood there, only to comment over his shoulder at just how...well the Egyptian woman had played her part. Slowly, his sea-colored irises turned towards her, ensuring she had escaped the encounter unscathed. All the while, Alexander could hardly help the fashion in which his irises lingered appreciatively upon her voluptuous figure. That gentle pondering upon her lips slowly prompted the Hunter to turn towards her, the Macedonian finally comfortable with giving the serpent his back as he watched the fae woman step away from the wall she'd momentarily clung to. A soft snort left Alexander's nose at her insistence that he played dead just as well. "So it would seem." He countered, offering the woman the same phrase that she had given him. A rare hint of a simper toyed at the corner of his features, the King entirely aware of her gaze upon him. A small shrug crossed his shoulders as his fingers reached for his abdomen, his sword disappearing in the process. "I will be fine. I've endured worse." Alexander assured her, even if he was certain his skin was transforming into a plethora of unbecoming colors beneath the cotton of his shirt. It would hardly last more than a few days, however, before his own body healed away the bruises. At least he hadn't broken anything, this time.

He watched as the Egyptian moved closer towards the dead snake, clearly intrigued by it as she leaned over the half-decapitated head. Alexander remained silent, however, as she murmured words of pity for the beast's tremulous life. How the Dark Hunter struggled with his own thoughts on this point! Where once he had been known in history for his tolerance, after his transformation, those instincts to eradicate the other species had become a veritable tsunami, one that still reared its head on the rare occasion. It was the woman's breath and immediate recoil that drew Alexander's attention back towards her as the fae inspected her wounded finger. He watched as she reached for her own dagger, yanking it smoothly from the creature's skull. Her blade was wiped upon those slick scales, though it was hardly enough to truly service the weapon. Even so, he said little of it as she slid it back into its sheath upon her thigh. Slowly, the woman rose, only to pivot upon the balls of her feet to face him once again. That inquiry upon her lips failed to bring forth a plethora of information, however, the Dark Hunter merely allowed his head to bob. "It is." He confirmed as she stepped closer towards him, only to offer an appreciative word. Alexander's own movements were purposefully slow, the Dark Hunter remembering well the snakes curled around her wrist as he reached for her wounded hand. Slowly, he brought her finger upwards for his own inspection, his finger lightly wiping away the blood that lingered on her own. "Make sure you clean this right away. The Were's blood may not be able to change you, but it can still make you sick if you'd gotten any in." He informed her, his blue-green irises slowly rising back towards her clove colored ones before the Dark Hunter added almost softly. "You're welcome."