[ Alberto and his compie are now both fixated on this scene, both of them staring with wide eyes as such brutality unfolds. They even seem to exchange an awkward side-glance with each other, at least in his mind, which really stirs Alberto's heart in good humor. The creature has stopped thrashing so horribly, and is now letting Alberto just hold it still, keeping it pressed against his chest with his arms and legs around it as he relaxes his own stance slightly. This is maybe the most bizarre adult he's ever met. He feels bad for the dinosaurs, though — especially the frozen one shrieking. And after the shock of the scene wears off after a beat, his own hot temper gets the better of him, though, eyes still wide beneath a furrowing brow as he speaks up. ]
Hey! Basta! They're just little lizard monsters! You're hurting them!
[ He's not about to jump to their rescue, having trouble with his own, but at least his has abated its fight some. He'll stand up to bullies always, though — even if they're crazy, scary, magic adults. Doesn't matter. Alberto will always speak his mind. He's Italian, it's practically a tradition, land or sea. ]
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Hey! Basta! They're just little lizard monsters! You're hurting them!
[ He's not about to jump to their rescue, having trouble with his own, but at least his has abated its fight some. He'll stand up to bullies always, though — even if they're crazy, scary, magic adults. Doesn't matter. Alberto will always speak his mind. He's Italian, it's practically a tradition, land or sea. ]