Alex pointed to himself, indicating his lack of any valuables by his lack of any clothing and the absence of any weapons.
The alien was wearing some sort of clothing, so surely it was getting what Alex's was implying.
And just as he thought, the alien's expression — or lack thereof — did not change, but its tone grew sharper.
"Then, die!"
Alex readied himself for a tough fight, readying himself to block or dodge any incoming attacks with his life on the line.
But he felt a bit anticlimactic and relieved when he noticed how slow the alien was moving before his eyes.
'It's Ordinary class!'
Alex felt immensely relieved inwardly, but didn't let it show.
Instead, he stepped to the side, dodging the incoming blade with ease, and grappled onto the alien's elongated arm with a firm grip.
The alien did its best to try and escape from his grasp, but it couldn't no matter how hard it pried and pulled.
