[color=9e0b0f]"I fear this isn't Errol's doing"[/color] Duncan growled, his eyes scanning for 'red.' He found plenty in billboards and the signs of a corner restaurant. Then there were also the red traffic lights, although he would save those for an emergency. The newly formed red orb in his hand widened, taking the shape of a large kite shield. 

Then the hail of bullets stopped, and the presence of the gunmen was overshadowed by the roaring sound of a helicopter's whirring blades. He made use of the short respite to glance back at Clementine. She wasn't doing okay - of course she wasn't. He doubted that his sister, or anyone remotely sane for that matter, had ever been in a situation like this before. [color=9e0b0f]"You're going to be okay Clem. Just stay near me." [/color] The red he had manifested as cars to cover them become formless, part of it streaming toward Clementine. It surrounded her and took the shape of semi-transparent armor. The kind a medieval knight would wear. What remained of the energy pool shifted back to Duncan, forming a spiked ball and chain in his waiting hand. A crude tool, but enough to keep whatever was coming on its toes. 

The first made the ground shudder as he landed. His eyes were on Errol. Four others followed, descending from ropes that had been tossed from the helicopter. Duncan stepped in between them and Clementine, only now noticing that Noa had already moved to a different position.

Three of the four had set their sights on him and Clementine. One he recognized - his assailant from last night. She still dressed in black, her hair hanging loose over his shoulders and her face covered with a mask that him think of a fly. Perhaps that was because her quick, abrupt movements and the yellow bulbous vizor of her mask unnerved him. The other was a man whose light, feather-like chainmail armor reminded him of a bird. He too wore a mask, one with a sharp nose and round orange eyes that shone like lanterns. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Right-"[/color] Duncan was the first to break the tense silence of the standoff. [color=9e0b0f]"Don't let the fact that I'm here on a work VISA fool you. I am not going to pull any punches if you don't stand down."[/color] He flicked his wrist, causing the chain with the spiked ball at the end to crack like a whip. [color=9e0b0f]"Now."[/color] 

Both rushed forward.