[color=lightblue][b]Sanctum/Jack Rollins
Location:[/b] On the sidewalk not having a civil conversation
[sub]youregoingtoregretthat[/sub]
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@metronome][/color]

The stormfront was now upon the two characters in the brisk night, rain starting to slick up the sidewalk as they stood to each other. The masked man whirled around and in an instant he was upon Jack. He swung with his might at his face. Jack had little time to react and was clipped in the face as he was moving out of the way. He lost his balance, feet slipping out from under him on the wet pavement. The man swung hard, too hard. He swung with frustration and annoyance and anger, and that would be his downfall. [color=lightblue]”So it’s like that? Whatever.”[/color] Jack regained his stance, dropping the bag with the contents giving a clatter as it hit the concrete. Hopefully whatever wasn’t [i]too[/i] expensive. [color=lightblue][i]just don’t let me get in your head[/i][/color]. He spoke with a chuckle through the brief connection he formed.

Sanctum wasn’t up for a fair fight. He didn’t know if the masked man was a meta, or if he too possessed powers, but he sure wasn’t about to find out through an ass beating. Jack felt his mind latch on to the man. He wiped the blood off his cheek and swung his arm out throwing him into the air, aiming for the lamp post behind him. If he had to turn him in with a broken back so be it, morals weren’t exactly his thing.