The city apartment building crashed down into the busy streets some thousand feet from its remainder- the piece that so happened to stay in construct from even a higher piece of skyscraper crashed into a smaller tower across from that street. The party was totally over.

The construct collided with that tower, ripping its windows and frames to pieces. Upside down, rightside up, sideways in barrelroll the denizens of the party were flung about once gravity clashed with gravity's nexus. Slim, sheening black constructs protruded viciously from the red walls right before his eyes into a lot of party goers-

------intervention----------

As Sebastian came to to the dim sparking kitchen lights fried out and the black pools of blood drooling off from his right hands floor location- having woken up made him start to slide out from under the refrigerator... the refrigerator went first overhead, snagging him by his hood.

It hit the living room wall with a crunch. Landing him ontop of it. He groaned as he pulled his hood free of the shrapnel sticking out of it. So. Much. Carnage. Flames were spewing out as party animals were in anguish from metal frames sticking out of their bellies, shoulders, some had them in their legs/and upside down too. A lot were dead. Half the wall was cratered out and from what it looked like another opening from the otherside... going deeper and deeper into the tower they collided into. He steadied himself up  and yelled to the scene "I can move! I'm coming!" Some people managed to vaguely notice the direction of his voice, but then It happened.

There was a roar of wind and an implosion beneath them all- and through that deep tunnel erupted flames of wrath! Melting the vicinity to the metal and bone. Sebastian blocked his face with his arms, twisted on his heels and fell backwards, and then all of a sudden the flames ceased. Refrigerator acid pooled beneath him. It made him get up, it was touching his face after all. He was soaking wet.
Fear, aspiration, paranoia, inhospitable conditions. 

The fizz of a fried out bulb sparked to life at his heel- a surge of electricity jolted and screamed through his bones as he was shocked through the hot air towards his goal. . . Another jet of flames.