Staring at the bugger what approached him, Vark shot the roof above him to have dust, plaster and whatever else the roof was made of fall upon the other man; he then ejected the clip to have it bounce off the bastard in another show of disrespect. Finishing a reload, he holstered his weapon and looked about and wove a hand to the yet unnamed to him remaining patron of the establishment cursing under his breath. "You've just been [s]forced[/s] willfully enlisted into the planet's liberation front, you see lad?" 

Instinctively he pulled out his Piphone and after replying to an argument he got on Pootube he switched to browse a few news websites and such. "We don't have much time." he began. "We're a motley crew and shittier heroes I have not seen, but on the other hand villains tend to be lazy fat bastards after a day or two; not enough exercise and healthy vegetables, too much rest. After the week or two we're fighting minions I reckon that he'll 'slip up' as they usually do and we'll get a chance to find 'em, then we can find and fuck them up and take their shit assuming they don't have a big will stored up somewhere. Now, let's go!" he said cheerfully, tapping his staff and summoning the [b]S[/b]word of [b]W[/b]otan. "Adventure awaits!" he shouted, guessing that the group would now have to just go on the road until they bumped into a patrol or something of the likes to kill so that they could reach the next proverbial (or perhaps literal) level.