Robert walked away from the crumpled mass of flesh and shattered bone, walking back out in the middle of the road. He look at each end of the street trying to work out which way to go. He had never been to Washington before and the last thing he wanted was to take a route out of the city. He looked at the nearby buildings, the majority of which were either crumbling, burning or nothing more than smouldering rubble. There was one with some minor damage, its windows blown out and one of the upper corners had collapsed to the street below, but out of the options presented to him it appeared to be the most structurally sound choice. [color=a187be][i]"Time to go..."[/i][/color] He spoke to himself, while reaching to his hip and taking hold of one of his daggers. He glanced up one final time before launching the dagger vertically into the air. The blade quickly past the top of the skyscraper, Draig's supernatural strength sending it clear of the building edge. With an instant thought Robert disappeared, leaving behind a faint haze and sparks of magical energy. With a bright eruption of energy he reappeared next to the blade, taking it in hand once more. As he had no momentum he began to instantly fall back down to Earth. With a quick flick of the wrist he threw the blade onto the roof, embedding it into a concrete wall. With another thought he felt solid flood under his feet as the magical energy around him dissipated. He took reclaimed his dagger from the concrete before approaching the building edge. He once more gazed across the invaded city, several buildings starting to sport Nazi flags and banners already. The sight was not a pleasant one as it meant that the Axis forces were beginning to take a foothold in the city. He was condifent enough in his ability that one on one he would be able to defeat anything put before him by the invaders. Still, with the amount of damage inflicted to the landscape, there was a strong chance that there were still many enemies with powers left. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he would need help. A sudden nearby explosion caught his attention, it was only a few blocks away, close enough that he could get there in no time. [color=a187be][i]"Friend or foe, I can't just stand here all day..."[/i][/color] He stepped back from the ledge before charging forward, launching the dagger in the direction of the explosion. As he reached the ledge he leapt into the air, the force causing the roof of the building to start collapsing. After a second of airtime Robert disappeared once more. He emerged from a cloud of white smoke and sparkling energy high above the ground, dagger one again in hand. His momentum continued to take him forward, any lookers able to tell that he did not have the ability to fly. It didn't bother him, he could fall to the ground from the height and survive without issue but it did little to help him keep his dinner down. He ran his eyes over the ground below before finally spotting the group responsible for the explosion, one of the group stood next to a large black scorch mark on the floor. Rob twisted his body in the air before once again launching the dagger, this time aimed near the group. With another teleport he was sailing towards the group threw the air. He was quickly able to tell that the group were all donning clothing assosciated with those who had powers, it was just a case of whose side they were on. With only one hundred metres left till he reached the group, he let loose his dagger for the final time. As the blade began to cut into the concrete Robert reappeared gripping it tightly. The smoke and residual magical energy was left behind as his momentum caused him to slide several metres from the point he appeared. He quickly rose to his feet, taking his other dagger in hand. [color=a187be][i]"Well this is going to go one of two ways, either you guys are German or you're not..."[/i][/color] he said with his thick Welsh accent, [color=a187be][i]"I'd rather not...but I don't mind either way..."[/i][/color] A smirk crossed his face as he waited for a response.