[i]Okay, so there goes a car, and that's fine as long as-SONNUVA A BACK-ALLEY WHORE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!?!?![/i] Ian cursed mentally as he was forced to turn his attention away from Dragoon in order to head over to the crowd of idiots that decided that they need to upload something exciting to their social media pages. Knowing he wouldn't make it time on his two feet, he shifted into his shadow form, speeding ahead of the flying vehicle in a flash of black feathers and dark whispers. 

As he appeared before the crowd, which had suddenly decided to have a dance party for whatever reason, he noted in the split-second he had to react that Dragoon hadn't moved that far from her original position. A plan hastily forming in his head, Ian reached into his reserves for an extra surge in power, teeth clenching as he struggled to reign in the arcs of hellfyre arcing from his body. The car was almost right on top of them when he unleashed his attack, a surge of hellfyre-infused darkness sending the car rocketing away from the crowd . . . and right towards Dragoon, who'd likely be unaware of the incoming threat until it was too late. The impact of the car was probably bad enough, as fast as it was traveling, but then the hellfyre met the gasoline in the tank. Needless to say, the resulting explosion from the volatile meeting would certainly ruin the construct's day as it was consumed in a bright blue ball of fire.

Ian, feeling rather cocky, turned over to the civvies to gloat a little. However, he noticed that the strange dancing behavior from before had [i]continued[/i], even though, not moments before, they had nearly been turned into roadkill. Ian's look of confusion soon shifted into one of realization, then frustration, as he turned his gaze towards the observation deck.

"Come on Alex, this is hard enough without you mucking around with the sim." Ian let out a deep sigh, fully aware that she likely couldn't hear him. Or maybe she could. He didn't know, and right now, he didn't care. Turning back towards Dragoon, he kept an eye on the situation while taking a moment to rest. Hopefully, his attack had, at the very least, slowed her down, hopefully allowing Net to do something.

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Burn used: 3
1 point spent on Move
2 Points on Reality Storm

Moves:
Directly engage the Threat:[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1234]8[/url]