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As Hound Dog found himself separated landing with a crackling thunder other Hounds were not pleased at his gradiouse display of power which in his mind was simply making good use of a situation and as the clear sky suddenly became overcast with wind and rain lighting gathered [color=fff200]”What a nice night, Youse all should be running. Though that’s not a choice.”[/color] Streaks of lighting charged the ground as Hound Dog strolled past snapping his fingers as he bobbed along to his head phones with lighting pooling up beneath his feet each strike piercing Hounds left and right bullets had a hard time even reaching him as a wild storm followed in his wake using not only the rain as a shield but the lighting around him allowed him to maintain somewhat of a barrier as the coiled pent up electricity began to focus around him. Hound Dog started to look less and less human even though physically he was still the same it was his energy the way it moved and danced about him; to his enemies and those observing him he looked like the last boss of some dungeon crawl, overwhelming power shrouded his human form and created exaggerated features. [color=fff200]”You lot fracture me, split me right down the ribs.”[/color]

“FU*& YOU MUTIE!” Firing rounds into the freaks’ barrier the hounds began retreating as a half mech soldier moved forward to cover their rear. Some sort of power suit frame adorned the black body armor as if they were hacked together holding some sort of weapon.

[color=fff200]”What are you doing all chromed plated? Youse here to throw down because I don’t think youse understand how electricity works.”[/color]  Inside Sinclair felt a need to release some of his pent up anger, and certainly not a single soul aside from maybe Voyager would complain about a few dead hounds. 

As the Chrome Plated Hound fired; Hound Dog could see the way the weapon functioned and within an instant he had stopped the electrical field surrounding the projectile however a frozen shard jammed right into his shoulder a piece no larger than a chopstick, the pain sent him to his knees an unpleasant sensation that Sinclair had forgotten after soo long. His eyes crackled. [i] Better dull my senses for this next one, might not be able to stand otherwise[/i] Sinclair couldn’t tell really if his nerves had stopped firing like he wanted them too. But he had little time to be entirely sure.

“What’s wrong freak, can’t take the pain.”

[color=fff200]”You should be careful, lighting always strikes twice.”[/color] Standing as blood dripped and washed away in the heavy rain thunder clashed above him as streaks reached for the sky. Hound Dog could feel the immense heat and wondered [i] Is this what I’ve always felt everytime I use my powers? Huh, no wonder. Doc’s improvements must have finally reached their limits.[/i] A bolt of lighting a powerful force of nature unlike anything man has ever seen striked not once but thrice each larger than the last leaving a completely charred corpse in it’s crater as the burnt metal hung barely on the former hound.

[color=fff200]”That gun was something sure. But you were just some ankle bitter reaching for power you could never obtain.”[/color] Hound Dog could feel the sides of his shoulders aching as he removed his jacket seeing the damage the heat from lighting generated. [color=fff200]”Looks like it didn’t fully absorb the energy, gonna need to work with Martel to dampen the heat generated.” [/color] Opening his fingers and clenching his fist Sinclair felt off. [i] Might need to test more but I feel like I lost some sensation in my finger tips. Maybe my body needs a few more seconds to adjust. Righty-O time to meet up with Voyager. Should be on the right track.[/i] Taking a step towards the building he last saw her land on feeling lighter with some weight brushed off his shoulders and hounds dispersed for now.