Thirty minutes passed since Jack walked back to his apartment after having a brief discussion about his avenues in Alabama with his classmate Roman, the two were heading down the same road in theater after his college days. Roman felt a burning desire to become a personal trainer, a job he was proud of getting up every morning to do. Particularly, two minutes later, the siren in Brooklyn New York blared loudly signaling the approach of a tornado. A wave of people panicking, ran passed him, while others were getting there kids out of the back of their cars. Right after he arose to his feet a woman ran out of Starbucks she stood for a moment before turning to sand; and reaching the rooftop to attack the tornado and keep the swirling mass of rubble and scrap from destroying New York.

In the middle of traffic, was a woman with her husband that has just awoke after a long sleep with her two children buckled in the backseat of her SUV, Roman rushed to the scene quickly opening the door and unfastening the belts from the passenger seat before doing the same in the backseat. After the family escaped down the middle of the street Roman suddenly caught sight of another conduit in the air this one used his electricity. He jerked his body forward with the idea to help the two get rid of the tornado or slow it down. Two conduits were already handling it he didnt need to be involved right now, using telepathy he traced the thought patterns from people around the area. 5 miles away, he saw another family on the rooftop of a hotel a closer look into the building he noticed the door that lead the roof was locked. Looking behind him to judge the distance of the tornado between the people stuck on the roof and the rest of New York. He ran to the hotel while the two conduits fought off the tornado and he made his entrance into the building, after climbing a set of stairs to reach the door, a turn of the knob would open the door or he thought it would. Dealing with a stuck door this was a problem either someone with know idea of what they did, locked them out, or the door was simply jammed. He leaned back briefly and after a hard kick the door flung open. The man wearing causal brown jeans and a brown shirt was in a slight panic.

Though it ended the moment the door was kicked opened, as they looked at him with a concerned expression. "Well, what are you guys waiting for?" He said. After a while they ran to the door and down the steps. 

Amongst all the conduits helping to slow down the tornado using a range of powers like electromagnetism, sand, and paint. Roman positioned his arms exactly like he was holding a bow and arrow which formed to his hands, it was time to join the rest of the conduits in stopping the tornado.

He released his arrow as it darted through the air with a green aura that soon solidified tight enough to slid down. The tip hooked into the side of the building a five blocks behind the conduit using sand. He grabbed the rope made of psychic energy and slid toward the building, his feet touching the pavement. He landed on the building a few footsteps away from the oncoming tornado and the hook disappeared, He figured firing shots of kinetic energy would not do anything it was nature or so he thought it was. A tornado formed without clouds? Unlikely. 

He wanted to end this quick atleast thats what he thought might happen. A green thick blade the length of his right arm, extended from his palm he grabbed the handle and leaped toward the center of the tornado and attempted to impale the conduit in his head.