[center] [h3]A War Torn Street [/h3]
[@Flamelord][@thewizardguy][@Mercenary Lord][/center]
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The man crossed his arms at the materialization of the material.

On the outside, the Whirl was quickly becoming no more, and within seconds it would snuff itself out.

On the inside, the man was trapping his foot impatiently.

"You're outclassed, Barbie. Stand down and I'll be lenient," he called out.

With a whooshing sound, the fuel was kept away from him and Finch, and his tapping became more pronounced.
"My patience is thin."

With each tap came a shudder in the air itself.

[I] TAP
TAP
TAP [/I]

The smoke from the fire began solidifying, choking the flames faster than they could burn. And with a mighty tearing sound, the weights started lifting with the tarp.

At the same moment the man clenched his fist, and almost instantaneously Guilt would feel like she'd been hit by a truck, smashed into the ground before she could even blink.

In the distance, sirens could be heard.

The material formed a ball, sent flying towards Guilt, in the next instant.

"No more games. Now I'll play for keeps," he said without even turning towards her. In the next moment, air was forcefully pushed up Guilt's exposed nose.
"Submit or die."

At this moment a...[I] thing [/I] came charging at them.

With an annoyed flick, the man sent the thing flying backwards down the street.

"Why must everyone keep interrupting?" He asked to no one in particular.