Before Alex exited the remains of his 4x4, the environment was beginning to the reflect the mood of said individual. Even their combatants, who with reinforcements now easily surrounded the crashed car, it and the rock wall providing the mutants with cover, couldn't help but rip their eyes from their prey to the crash of thunder above them, storm clouds seeming to brew from nowhere in a colossal display of natural power. With something akin to a snarl, Alex pulled himself from the wreckage, the fiercest point of the building weather pattern directly above him, and thus, the rest of the group he now stood among. It was ominous in the extreme, stretching high into the atmosphere and nearly black as coal, lit only by occasional flashes of lightning which, only capable of lighting a fraction of its bulk, only served to display the volatility of the recent weather based creation.

"My fucking car...well then, lets get to.."

Alex was interrupted as the first attack from their rescuers struck those attacking them, the force rippling through the landscape and jarring those, already shook up from the crash, further. Gripping his head for a moment, Alex was fast to respond, the air starting to swirl around him, even as the thunder above intensified. There were enough assailants that it would be no easy task to wipe them out even with their powers, something Alex had little problem with at this point.

"No bloody way, they're not stealing all the payback." With a burst of air, Alex bounded atop the earth and stone wall only recently created, an arc of lighting leaping from the sky to meet him as he crested it. Rather than burn him alive, as it would any other human, the lightning connected with Alex, swirling around his arms as he touched down, facing the enemy. For a brief moment, Alex stood still, completely exposed as those attacking the mutants recovered from the orbital strike, turning their guns to the sky, both at the flying Hel and in shock at the sky. One noticed Alex and the cry went up, soon a hail of bullets were heading his way. Before they could strike home, a vortex of rapidly moving air expanded out from him, battering bullets aside, before, with an animalistic cry, the force of the lightning spread out from Alex, a web of electrical power that snaked its way through the air to those firing at the mutants, searing them into early graves. After such a display, Alex felt himself weaken, turning towards the remaining pair of para-military trucks, signalling the arrival of their foes belated reinforcements, it was all he could do to slide back down the bank, out of the arc of fire of these new enemies.