[color=A9A9A9][center][B][H3]V E N T U S[/H3][/B][/center][hr][/COLOR]

Because of amazing timing and placement with a water jet, Ventus had just spotted the man he'd been looking for, Mrs. Pickles. [i]If not for himself, then for public image, he should really change his hero name to something more appealing…[/i] Air condensed and propelled him toward the scuffle on the ground between the two men. But, as things turned out, he'd spotted them too late to prevent damage to Pickles. He could clearly see several broken bones and snapped limbs. The moment he was within range, Ventus compressed the air between the two and gently removed Pickles from the fight and harshly threw the man in red against a collapsed tree trunk. He heard the sharp crack as something broke.

“ARGH!” Red let out a agonizing howl of pain. Apparently something was broken. “Who the hell!-” he'd taken note of who his attacker was… he'd also taken note of the fact that it was just the two of them and that he had a broken bone from one, not, attack. He was outmatched. 

“So, to be clear, your plan was to kill one of the Hero Association’s most newsworthy heros on the same day of his big promotion and get away with it? Frankly it's a bad plan… everyone would know that it was you. I mean it's not even dark yet!” Ventus gestured around them. As the smoke cleared more and more, sun rays began to break through the smog. “So, red, you'll be coming with me.”

“The hell I will-” the fact that he resisted was simply not relevant. Ventus had a grasp on him and he was escorting both of the combatants to the ambulances and the police vehicles. 

Ventus had noticed movement, just a bit too slow, as the man in red and pulled an automatic pistol out of his biker leathers. He aimed it and let off several shots. His aim was poor and those that would have done some damage, just bounced off of Ventus’, now blackening, coat as though they were weak rock throws. His air barrier was still in place. Soon enough the Red character was in custody, no doubt he'd make bail. 

In the meantime, Ventus had transported Pickles to one of the ambulances where the paramedics rushed to get his body stabilized, the got him onto a stretcher and began the rush to the hospital. Geoff had elected to ride in the back of the ambulance, just in case bikers showed up.

“The fact of the matter, Clearance, is that you stood your ground. It's not about winning or losing. It's about doing what is right…”