[color=00a651][u][b]Strangefate[/b][/u] [/color]

The alarm made Stephen look away from the food. "But...but food." He said, looking at the meal. He shook his head and run to follow. He muttered something, and his normal outfit was on him. "Lift!" He yelled as he jumped. A gust of wind caught him and kept him in the air, but he would have to say lift each time he got close to the ground. He landed on the island, smiled. "Storm fist." He said, and his fist had lightning dance on them. Each time an alien got close, he would hit it, using his boxing/wrestling training.