Magus was nearly thrown off the van as it began moving erratically from the windstorm inside.  The elementalist was barely able to grab onto the edge of the van while his legs flew over the opposite side.  With an effort, he pulled himself back onto the wildly swerving vehicle, stabilizing his position in a low crouch with one hand gripping each side of the van.  He quickly adjusted his position as a bullet came through the roof of the car a little closer to him than he would have liked.  He shifted his position again and again as more bullets flew through the roof, most of them missing him, but a few ripped holes in his jacket, and one even grazed his arm halfway between his shoulder and elbow.  The wound wasn't enough to cause any real damage, but it was enough to make Magus yell in pain.

Magus took some time to decide on his next move.  He knew the robbers weren't going to stop at a safe house as long as there was a risk of an unwanted passenger accompanying them, which meant they were just randomly cruising the city, but it gave Magus time to decide what to do next to cause mischief for these people until he could unload their precious cargo and hopefully bring them in to the ECPD for the crime.  It took a minute, but he finally placed the head of his staff over one of the holes in the roof, humming a certain nursery rhyme, just loud enough for the passengers to hear, as water began to condense on the metal head of his staff.  "It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring."  And suddenly a deluge of water was pouring into the van through the hole in the roof where Magus had planted his staff.

[@Flamelord]