[b]Edward Evans[/b]

Before the bartender could answer Mr. Evans' questions, one of the bargoers decided to do so himself. Well, he only answered his second question, but it was still quite helpful. Just as Edward was about to thank him and head for the station, a commotion regarding bounty hunting sprung up. A bloke named Snow had been killed by a 'witch,' and his bounty had been switched over to a man whose getup vaguely resembled a grasshopper, called the Masked Rider. [i]Well, glad to see I'm not the only one out there traipsing around in a silly outfit. Anywho, I'd best be going, Robert probably broke one of the pumps again.[/i]

Unfortunately, when Edward moved to rise from his seat, he heard a table flip, followed by time slowing to a crawl. Then, precisely one second later, it was back to normal. Upon turning around, he immediately took notice of two things: a hideously deformed abomination, and some kind of mechanical bat monster. Despite the former being vastly more threatening in appearance, it seemed to be focused on dealing with the later. That, and talking about toasters and crime-blood. 

With that in mind, Mr. Evans briefly considered leaving the problem to the meat mountain. Then he recalled that he could shoot lasers from his hands, and nearly slapped himself. All this guy could do was slow time for a second at most. Even if he turned out to be more than he could handle, the muscly monstrosity, along with the others who seemed to be joining the fight, could back him up. That, and it was a nice excuse to figure out what else he could do. Thus, the blue-skinned cyclops decided to step into the 'ring', just as a barrier of wind poofed into existence.

Raising his hands, Edward pointed them, palms open and forward, at the bat creature. [i]Now, I managed to fire these by accident. So how do I do it intentionally?[/i] Thankfully, it was actually quite simple. Once he focused on the idea of firing, the suit seemingly did the rest. Now, while he was prepared for a pair of thermal beams to erupt from his hands, what Mr. Evans did not expect was for a third beam to fire out of the suit's 'eye.' Fortunately, while his sight was obscured, it was for a mere moment at most, and only in the centre of his field of vision. [i]I'm going to have to adjust to that.[/i]