His wings took full form and he jettisoned forward. Adrenaline almost at full peak within him as Dom was headed straight for the handler aiming the gun at him. 'Soon my mind will not be able to achieve much reason, if I suicide bomb her then perhaps Ronan would have enough time to use his "gifts" and retrieve our brother.' the thought seemed foolish in nature, but what was he to do? The adrenaline spark was a wonderful tool to attract the attention of others while brutalizing them. However, without a good team mate it was a lost cause in the long run. Gradually, Dom's mind would lose hold as he would just become a big ball of energy throwing his fists around in anger. 

As he pushed with all of his might to catch up and hopefully pass Ronan he announced quickly to him, [color=f26522]"I will take the brunt of their attention if you think your gift's can help get this done in a quick manner?"[/color] It was now a race against the clock for the two. Retrieve the "package" and return to safety with him.

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