[center]-Finn-
-Wentworth Bank-[/center]

[i]"Three"[/i] Finn heard his brother begin the countdown as two searing hot blades formed in either hand. It was still something that he thought was extremely impressive.

"Fire!" One of the guards commanded. 

A wave of gunshots rang out, more like cannon fire in such unison and proximity. Over the past few days, Michael had fired several dozen rounds at Finn just to test his skills at stopping them. He had never expected a scenario where his younger brother would sit around firing a pistol at him for fun, but was glad for the practice. Instead of stopping each bullet from the armored team, Finn stepped forward and held his left arm forward with his palm facing the danger.

The natural force field around Pulse doubled in size, surrounding his brother and stopping the hundred-or-so bullets in midair. Finn equated holding his force field to holding his breath; the effects were similar in giving him a light head no matter how much he was breathing. The entire scene of floating bullets took only twenty five seconds to happen, but was a mentally exhausting feat to accomplish.

Dropping his arm to his side with a gasp for air, the entire collection of bullets fell and rang out like marbles crashing to the floor. He looked to his brother, his eyes saying that this was going to be far harder than they had previously thought.

"Have at 'em." He said, allowing his brother to finish the countdown.

Turning on his heel, the shorter of the two headed toward the left wall. Gripping the air lightly with his right fist, the sound of warping metal filled the air as the wrought iron grating snapped from the antique frame that divided the tellers from customers. He let his hand go and the grating fell to the floor like a crumpled piece of tinfoil. With the help of the steel toed boots, Finn pulled him over the counter and onto the other side.

There were six tellers and an older woman who appeared to be the bank manager; according to her name tag, at least. Finn walked over to her casually and put his right arm around her shoulder like two friends catching up at the bar. She was trembling with fear and clutching bother hands in front of her chest.

"Listen, I'm not going to hurt you. I want to get out of here without tearing apart this pretty bank- so give me that little swipey card for the vault and we'll be out of your hair." Pulse said , assuming his brother was doing completely fine on his own.