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[@Indy Cooper][@Athinar]


“[color=ed1c24]Call me, Terra Firma.[/color]” David said, he returned her grin with a thumb up instead seeing as how his ‘faceplate’ had no facial features at all. 

[i]Is this really what the I’m supposed to look like?[/i] He thought to himself for a moment before he pushed it back into his mind for later. And just like his worries, he pushed back another Hound, by way of a firm kick to the chest. The alleyway was starting to look clear thanks to police, Broadway, and himself working together. With the fighting dying down he remembered that there were other people all around the square, and they could probably use a hand too.

“[color=ed1c24]It’s starting to clear up here; I’ll trust that you guys can handle things from here.[/color]” David said with a wave of his own as he lifted off.

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David recalled that odd mist from earlier, and decided he wanted a closer look at that, so he turned to investigate it.

But he spotted a man on the rooftops, he looked like he was trying to peak over the side of the roof, but gunfire raining around his position kept him down.  Several Hounds were ducking in odd angles, suppressing the man, and hiding outside his firing angles. David extended his hands to his side, lightning sparked off his arms, and then he quickly brought them higher into the air to gather more electricity. Lightning danced all around his figure, coalescing into his hands as they came together, he then pointed the tips of his fingers at the Hounds and separated his hands. 

An intense stream of lightning bounced in-between his palms, snapping and cracking loudly, several bolts shot out with a sharp rumbling, striking most if not all the Hounds weapons, burning a hole through them, making them useless, or too hot to hold. 

The sound of erratic gunfire called to him, he wanted to help this man more, but the Hounds were everywhere. 

[i]People come here with their families dammit.[/i] David thought, he looked around the square scanning for the people who should have been there, but didn’t find any, perhaps the police and those other heroes cleared them out, the lack of obvious civilian casualties gave him 
hope.

David gave a casual wave to the rooftop man as he flew off.

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He was closing in on the strange mist, he could make out several Hounds inside, along with a couple policemen just outside the fog, the men inside were shouting about trees, and firing off into the sky or into the walls, seemingly jumping at each their own shadows.

[i]Were the policemen too scared to move in?[/i] Either way, these men already risk their lives enough, they didn’t deserve to be questioned for avoiding danger, especially when it was so uncertain. So he plunged into the mist as quick as he could, and was surprised by what he saw.

Trees stretching across the sky, overgrown grass going all the way to his hip, and birds chirping in the background; it even smelt different. The entire scene was completely at odds with what should have been here.

“[color=ed1c24]A forest, but how?[/color]” David mumbled, but he grew dizzy for a moment, his vision blurred, and a warm feeling slowly embraced him. He thought he heard a slight whispering too.  David’s landing wasn’t exactly subtle, so of course the nearby Hounds spotted him and quickly opened fire on him; he raised his arms in defense as his body stumbled backwards, he shook his head trying to get his bearings again.

A moment later a bright white light flared in his “eyes” and his vision quickly restored itself. Instead of the forest from just moments ago, it was an alleyway, just like it should have been. But the Hounds were still walking and acting as if they still saw that forest, shuffling around trees, or taking cover behind them as they shot at him. The Hounds saw his bullet resistance so they ran back to create distance, but it was weird, where a wall or pile of trash would have been they avoided it by suddenly turning, or walked in place, crouching a moment later wherein he assumed they thought they were taking cover.

There was also a robed figure doing something weird with his hands, they took on a subtle glow, and one of the Hounds inexplicably fell over. None of the other Hounds took notice as they were all too busy firing on David or strategizing with the rest, giving ample time and opportunity for the figure to run over and cuff the Hound.

[i]So he’s helping, alright. [/i]

Several large chunks of concrete rose up into the air, they separated into smaller pieces about the size of a brick, and as the concrete climbed into the air, David cocked his arm back and thrust it forward. The stone blocks hit the remaining Hounds square in the chest, where their armor would be thickest, knocking them down and out. 

David was about to address the robed figure, when a water pipe underneath him started moving funny, it burst up through the cement and water shot out of it, towards the center of the square. Thankfully his connection to the Earth gave him ample warning and opportunity to dodge it; he made sure the figure was able to avoid it as well before he started to speak.

“[color=ed1c24]So, who are you? And is that yours?[/color]” David asked, gesturing over to the now giant water dragon. Staring at it made him wonder if he was capable of that same level of control over the Earth, or if he was even able to affect water. But he decided to wonder later, the square wasn’t big enough for two dragons, and trying to experiment with his powers might be too distracting.