The coolness of the Dark Hunter's blue-green irises remained upon the slithering snake as it eagerly returned to its mistress. He watched in silence as the woman bent towards the creature, her jewelry clanking with the movement as she offered it her wrist. Quickly, the serpent encircled the woman's slender wrist, joining the golden bracelets as if it too was little more than an exotic piece of jewelry. He was hardly oblivious to the dignity that defined her every movement, even as the age-old King regarded the woman with little more than a raised brow. How she seemed to strive to rival the very arrogance of the Macedonian Monarch and yet, he dismissed her in the same flippant manner in which she had previously provoked him. For the present moment, Alexander was willing to allow the enigmatic serpent charmer her attempt at the man-killer, even if the Hunter's own belief that it belonged dead remained staunch as ever. Alexander paused a few steps from the entrance of a tunnel that would surely lead back towards the surface of Sacrosanct, his idle comment clearly ruffled the feathers of the woman and yet, there was a hint of amusement within the depths of his blue-green irises as she insisted that she could not be caught. "You have never been hunted by me before." Alexander informed him with a ghost of a simper - one that seemed vaguely more...intimidating than humorous.

The fallen ruler made himself comfortable against the cold, damp stone of the sewer wall, the supple leather of his trenchcoat keeping him thankfully dry in spite of the deplorable conditions he found himself in. Alexander was hardly surprised as the woman declared him exasperating in return, she seemed the very type that was incapable of not getting the last word in, even if it was merely to counter with his own view of her. A soft snort left the Dark Hunter's nose though, he saw little reason to resort to such childish antics when there was still a predator within the room, one that clawed incessantly at his age-old instincts. The corner of his lips dipped downward in a subtle frown at the very ease with which the woman placed the snake to her back - her conviction within her own gifts all the more apparent. The blue-green his gaze lingered upon the shifting snake as Dark Hunter's own lips parted. Whatever thought he was moments from muttering was cut off short but the sudden diving of the serpent into the watery depths that lined the room. That very glimpse of surprise upon the Serpent Queen's features told him well that such was not supposed to occur, combined with the very absence of the woman's affinity. How readily he knew what had occurred, even if she was likely unwilling to admit her own failure. It hardly mattered in the end, after all, Alexander's job was the same either way.

The Dark Hunter quickly abandoned his post upon the periphery of the peculiar room - the Macedonian man lunging forward quite in the same moment that the serpent burst from the inky darkness of the water. Alexander was hardly attentive of the sheer contempt mirrored within the depths of the snake's slitted irises, his parted jaws, and dripping fangs a far greater threat. His hands reached out for the Egyptian woman, Alexander easily pulling her lithe physique against his the solidness of his own frame as he dodged effortlessly out of the way of the very snake that so attempted to consume her. The Macedonian heard that soft gasp that left her parted lips, just as he was aware of her fingernails digging into the flesh on his arm in some glimpse of...fear, perhaps? His movement paused on the opposite edge of the small room. The words he offered little more than a baritone murmur within her ear though he seemed far more bemused than truly perturbed in any fashion by this change of events. How attentive he was to the shudder that ran down her spine at the sensation of his warm breath, just as he too was aware of the distinct scent that seemed to surround the woman - one that reminded him of years bygone. His thoughts seemed to momentarily turn, spurred by a memory and yet, any internal contemplations he might have lost himself too were interrupted by the woman's insistence that she had seen both the failure of her own power and his assistance to save her in spite of it all.

Her head tilted to the side, the clove color of her irises briefly met Alexander's sea-hued gaze. For a moment, his irises drifted down the length of her figure as she informed him with softly murmured words that the snake had succeeded in repelling her control - the serpent unwilling to fall sway to her efforts to tame him. He had anticipated long ago that it had fallen too far to be saved. A soft sound left Alexander's lips as the Dark Hunter released his hold upon her, the Macedonian well aware that the reptile had already disappeared back into those murky depths. His hand reached out for his own resplendent blade, his fingers enclosed around that familiar hilt as he reminded her not to intervene again. Alexander's efforts, however, seemed to be in vain as she reached down between her thighs, retrieving two daggers. Although her grip upon them suggested some familiarity with utilizing them, the Monarch hardly wanted to worry after both woman and snake. A soft breath left his lips, even if he was hardly unused to her gender joining the fight. Alexander said little, however, until she inquired if he wished to play bait. Him! Alexander the Great?! As bait! His lips parted in protest though the serpent had little intention of allowing their pair to squabble over roles as it burst from its watery grave.

Abruptly the woman in front of him jumped forward, clearly ending that conversation she had only just begun. An exasperated sigh left Alexander's lips, his blue-green eyes rolled though the man was hardly one to tarry, particularly not when the fae was placing herself within danger. He lunged forward as the snake changed its path towards the seemingly distressed woman. His own sword seemed to glisten in the low light as the Dark Hunter swung. The Monarch's blade pierced through the creature's hardened scales. His cleave, however, was abruptly cut short. The snake screamed (our snake screams now) in pain as its tail lashed out, colliding firmly into the Dark-Hunter only to send the Macedonian man flying into the stone wall of the sewers. The snake rose up to his full height, hissing at the fae woman and yet, her role of prey was one it seemed hardly inclined to buy any longer. The scales around the creature's head shifted and changed into sharp pointed spikes that ran down the length of its spine. It too, it seemed, was not without its share of powers and now the serpent had little qualms of using them.