Curtis barely had time to look away from Rose before they door swung open and a man in black armor came charging in. Curtis barely noticed the man, all he saw was the gun that the intruder was brandishing.
"[color=Purple]Its been a long day. Now this is my last stop before I can head home for some much needed rest. You all can give up or I can end you all by force. The choice is yours.[/color]" 
He heard the gun being cocked, ready to fire at someone. Currently that someone was Ash. Honestly this whole thing seemed kind of absurd to Curtis. This guy did seem to know a thing or two, but he was horribly outnumbered. Maybe he was all bark and no bite. Maybe they could all just smooth this over. Before Curtis had the chance to say anything to the armored man Ash was already retaliating. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Ash reached down and grabbed the floor beneath Rose's feet and pulled it up. Pulled up the CONCRETE. Curtis couldn't make sense of it. That was HIS power, not Ash's. How the hell did Ash manage to do that? After they got through this he was going to have to talk to Ash about it. They were supposed to be brothers, and brothers should keep secrets like that. However right now Ash was back to using his normal abilities. He body was a bonfire, completely enveloped in crackling flames. Ash screamed, and rushed at the man. Suddenly a boom echoed through the room, louder than the flames and Ash's roar. All of the flames subsided, the only smoke in the room being a wisp escaping from the end of the man's gun. 
Curtis looked at his brother's body lifeless on the ground. He dropped to his knees in shock. His twin brother was gone. The only person he felt like he could talk to about this crazy shit. Tears running down he face he looked up at the man, who had turned to face him. He sent up tiles to strike the man, but they shattered against his armor. In a calm, methodical fashion he placed the barrel of the gun against Curtis's forehead. "[color=Purple]Its a shame. The other one put up a much better fight.[/color]"
Curtis closed his eyes

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The gun bucked slightly in Phi's hand as he put down the second meta. This one didn't even put up a fight. It was always more fun when they fought. With two disposed of he turned to the remaining metas in the cafe. Phi focused on the area around his left hand. Slowly a semi-transparent blade formed in his left hand. Barely two feet long, the blade was made completely out of the might of his mind. While not his favorite ability the psionic weapons he could make did come in handy on occasion. Phi pointed his gun at the girl by the counter and motioned his blade towards the two laying on top of each other on the ground. "[color=Purple]Now. I'll ask you all one more time. Are you going to give up? Or will you make the mistake that the hothead made?[/color]"