Noa's concerned questioning passed through Errol's ears, muffled and barely audible. His ears burned with fury and only one thought lived in his head: he was going to tear apart whoever put his family at risk. Without so much as a word, Errol was the first to take action. His physal form dematerialised into pure golden electricity, which passed through the car and shot toward the closest street light in an instant. 

Reaching the street light, Errol passed through the pole and shot toward the street light's bulb. From the bulb, Errol's electrified form then shot toward the ground. Beginning from his feet, the golden streak of electricity began to materialise Errol's corporeal body. Slightly hunched over in an almost primal stance, his fists were clenched as yellow static ebb and flowed through his body.

Teeth gritted, he growled [color=fff200]"You must've lost your fuckin' minds!"[/color]

He watched two more jet black vans pull up and some kitted out men exit the vehicles. This was more than some gang related shit. Again, it didn't matter. Errol was quick to act, reaching for his shades he removed them from his face and revealed his glowing electrified eyes. Two bolts of yellow electricity shot from his eyes straight toward one of the vans. The sheer force of the electric bolt flipped the van over and caused a small explosion taking out some of the armed men who were unable to take cover or avoid the blast.

Hopefully that would take some of the heat off of Noa, Duncan and Clementine. Errol once more dematerialised his body and shot himself toward another street light to evade the incoming fire headed his and the others' way. Rematerialising, he heard Duncan call out to him as Errol threw his arm forward and shot a chain of electricity, hitting one of their attackers before spreading and hitting more.

[color=fff200]"My bad for not knowin' you'd need my car to be red for this [i]exact[/i] moment!"[/color] he yelled back sarcastically.

The sound of propellers then filled the area, momentarily distracting Errol as he glanced up to see a helicopter hovering above them all. Luckily for him, it seemed to get the armed men to halt their fire - at least temporarily. Errol electrified himself and travelled to a street light further back, closer to his allies. What was this now?

Errol's internal question would soon be answered as a rope was thrown out of the helicopter with four individuals descended from it, and one outright jumping out of it. The one who made the jump landed on the street, creating a small crater from it. Errol's glowing eyes watched the man who'd made the impressive display suddenly coat his entire body with some sort of rock material. These recent arrivals, they were mutants?

The worst part about all this wasn't even the fact that his pride and joy had just been totalled, or that they were now being attacked by [i]more[/i] adversaries. It was the fact that Errol could still here Mr Blue Sky playing. Leave it to Noa to pick the worst possible tune to fight to.