Alain ran at a quick pace, leaving the large man behind at the scene of the battle. Alain didn't realize that one of his coconuts was accurately thrown, connecting harshly against Mordecai's left temple. The blow of the coconut was strong, and even Mordecai, was showing signs of pain from it, but Alain was gone long before he could saver the moment of weakness from Mordecai. Mordecai was badly cut and bleeding, and he couldn't help thoughts of the past rerun to him, enraging him further. Fueled with these thoughts, his perception of pain vanished. Mordecai begun to chase Alain, jogging with big long strides that pounded the ground.

Meanwhile, Alain had reached his lodging where his halberd lay. It was the prefect opportunity for him to flee the battle before more damage was done, but Alain had to fight. It had begun now. It was serious. He couldn't abandon it. He was attached to the fight. Attached to Mordecai. He felt he had to end the suffering that plagued this man. He fought for compassion and for revenge.

Alain was glad to see his halberd and showed no hesitation in grabbing it. He felt whole once again, and thus, wasted no time procrastinating. He prepared to return to the battlefield, unsure as to whether Mordecai had pursued him. He burst out of the front door and was brought to an abrupt halt. Mordecai stood tall just outside the door. Upon seeing Alain, the giant drew his twin blades of equal length, beckoning at Alain to approach him.