Luca landed safely and rolled a bit. When he got to his feet he had a good look at the metallic remains in the road and instinctively tried to categorize the reaction which had created them. Flash-freezing was more likely than deposition in atmosphere, but the spiked pattern made no sense for liquid expansion, so some kind of..... [i]Right, the girl.[/i] He stepped around them carefully, mindful of what he didn't understand, and made his way towards her. "Hey, are you alright? Miss......" But she was already moving away. [i]Rude.[/i]

[quote=@Holmishire]
Turning to Donny, Ariett made a patting gesture in the air, followed by hands clasped momentarily in mock prayer—roughly translated, the meaning was [i]please don't shoot anyone[/i]. She didn't really know what ticked him off last time, and she was hoping to figure out their intentions [i]before[/i] bullets started to fly this time around.

"Technically we—or rather, [i]he[/i]—shot first."

Ariett then faced the newcomers and spoke up so as to be heard over the loud humming emanating from the orb transfixed above the street. "Are these men yours? If so, I'd like to point out we're still armed, and the police are on their way. I assure you, we aren't worth the trouble."[/quote]

Now that things had calmed down a bit, Luca was thinking a little more clearly. A little, at least -- he seemed to forget for a moment that he had moments ago lunged at one of the armored goons in an effort to kill it, but that could easily be chalked up to classic adolescent lack-of-self-awareness. He remembered Donny firing his gun and killing all those people. Donny started all this. He'd joined in, just like the others, but it was Donny's fault. Now, someone was standing up to him, and Luca felt empowered to join in. He mustered all his confidence.

"Yeah!" he said bravely. 

The effect was negligible at best. Moments later, after a supremely intimidating rejoinder, Donny chucked a grenade into the next vehicle to arrive at the scene. Luca stood and watched dumbly as his comrades took cover. The shockwave was harmless to a clockwork of his caliber, or at least, harmless to his ear structures. He fell onto his rear, as much from shock as from the blast -- chance had placed him at a more-or-less safe distance -- and suffered only a few scratches from debris. 

Luca [i]did[/i] look at the damage, both to his person and to the vehicle and its occupants, but it was all surreal and horrifying and he didn't fully process any of it. Instead, he found his feet, growled in rage, and charged at Donny. An observer would have found it a comical mismatch -- Luca was after all small, scrawny-looking, and wholly unarmed; whereas Donny was, well, Donny. Nevertheless, Luca charged at him, flailing his arms in motions that vaguely resembled punches. Murderer. 

"Stop killing everyone!" Luca screamed.