Alec is really being smart about this. Richard appreciates it, as well as the so, so quiet question.

He looks up over his shoulder, and his smile. His smile is really the kind that Alec ought to recognize, by now. Alec has given him a target, and Richard is not going to miss.

The eyes. They are not usually something he goes for, but these are hardly usual opponents. These are enemies, and Richard is going to treat them as such.

His eyes are still up on Alec's face when the first black-clad figure steps into the alley. And, a moment later, stumbles back, the tip of Richard's sword marking the dark fabric of his shirt.

With the next one, Richard goes for those glowing red eyes. The resistance is, as he sort of suspected, that of a protective helmet, but the figure, the hunter, still falls back, fumbling with the now darkened 'eye' that sparks, but is clearly not bleeding, and Richard gets to stab the third one in the arm before the pink cloud is expelled from his device, again.

He barely squeezes Alec's arm, this time, and only takes an instant before nodding in the other direction. More running.