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Kalie yanked at her arm, fighting Alex's hold, fully repulsed by the feeling of his hot breath on her face. "You're an a**."
As the waves broke on the beach, glimmers of bronze appeared through the water, the undertow still fighting to land her heels immobile. A feat that wouldn't prove to be difficult as the water level rose.

Click. The safety was off.
"That wasn't polite." Alex chucked softly, his breath lingering near her cheek a bit longer before he would would twist and jerk her at the same moment. The other hand moving from his back with the spin, to position the butt of the pistol at his belt while the barrel itself snugly found her hip but towards the back if he had pulled at her correctly.
He was far to preoccupied to take notice of how close Torment had gotten.

((>.> Back on for a wee bit >.<))

As the ground below Torment's feet shifted between the hardened crust of the plains to the forgiving dunes that signalled the nearby sea along with the quiet lapping of the waves upon the shore he began to slow. With a quick snap of his fingers many of the smaller cuts and tears in his suit repaired themselves, but he still had a hole or two, the parcel of fabric lost along the way. He at least looked somewhat presentable again, more for his own persistant vanity and thought Kalie might get miffed if he spent his time running around cutting his clothes up all the time than anything else. He found himself down the stretch of beach some short distance from Kalie and Alex, not able to tell exactly what was going on. This is not to say, of course, that it didn't fire off warning signals. He was holding her, the skies above an otherwise calm area were rather tumultuous, and again, he was holding her. That last bit didn't sit well to begin with. The chain began to extend up his sleeve, growing in length to make a proper chain. It was pressed flat against his skin, silent and unmoving, passing undetected under his clothing, shying away from any holes it might encounter.

Kalie squeezed her eyes shut, she could feel the bumps rising on her neck, the little hairs standing on end as Alex spoke. Blinking away any hint of a tear, she tried to relax, let her weight fall into Alex. Portray a feeling of ease, a slim mask compared to the nervousness that made her want to tremble.

The sky rumbled softly above, a purr almost worthy of the tamest tiger.

Alex mused to himself, a pity her husband reacted so. She was behaving so well. "Ah see dear sir, there is where the discrepancy lies. I was invited, and she knew by what risk." Alex had been tracing the pistol back to its original placement while he spoke, and successfully landed it there before the last word rang. And ring it did, the trigger echoed softly in his head. A beautiful melodic note, pristine and perfect as the lone silver bullet that sped from the barrel.

He wouldn't hesitate to jerk Kalie toward him seconds after the bullet rushed the air.

"SON OF A b***h!" Torment didn't take more than a step forward before the Phoenix Feather ripped through the cloth barrier to swing out in a long arc as not only the chain grew, but the deadly blade increased to terrifying proportions. Like the tail of a scorpion it would curve around Alex at a speed rivaling the shot of an arrow, darting back at his neck as its companion end joined from the front, a massive weight enough to crush a man. The whole of the chain was suffused with a light that shamed the sun itself, it was charged with pure magical energies, mana to be used at Torment's will. If either end or the chain that was aimed to encircle him like a giant bola so much as touched him a burst of sorcerous energy would burst forth in pure destruction, a Disintegrate spell. Although, if any of the chain were to touch Kalie in some odd happenstance, it would pass through her with a surge of violet light in her field of vision for a brief moment and a dim glow from the wings of her wedding band. Still connected to the chain by a thin strand of soulstuff no thicker than that of a thread Torment was moving before the chain would have a chance to connect, a flurry of bright white flames rising behind him as if they fueled his dash.

He wasn't a happy man. He knew nothing of Alex aside from the fact he just shot the woman he loves with his every fiber of his being. If Alex went up in a cloud of dust, all the better. If not, Torment would be able to punish him more, either way, he was focused on Kalie, magic of his own to mold into whatever he could once he knew more.