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The sudden crash is something Nik wasn't familiar. The sight, however, was. Within a second of seeing things go down, instincts took over. Nik began dashing forward, only a moment behind Sally. While Sally was one to de-escalate the situation... he wasn't exactly that kind of person. He was one to jump headfirst into conflict, not prevent it. A Tybalt, not a Benvolio. The move forward was one that felt easy. Natural.

While Sally spoke, Nik fished into his pockets. Of course he brought them. In both front pockets were two small bags... pouches, if you will. Out of them, he pulled four round objects: metallic marbles. Cheap, simple. Effective enough for this sort of situation. He held them between his index and middle fingers on each hand. With a deep breath, the traditionally silver marbles began to shine and glow with a slight red aura. They crackled with energy, barely audible to Sally. Nik's eyes themselves seemed to change: a hint of red began to peek out from the stormy blue of his irises.

It was only a slight exertion of energy, but Demo felt it as if he was losing a small part of himself in energizing the beads. Beyond the slightest bit of exhaustion, Nik only felt anger. Every muscle in his body seemed tense as he prepared for the fight coming his way. The only thing holding the mutant back from firing away was the one thing he picked up from movies: he needed a quip. [color=ed1c24]"Why don't you pick on someone your own size!"[/color]

His form was rather interesting. Nik wound up his first throw like a pitcher, his right hand arcing ahead of him, the marbles firing with straight forward. But then he shifted, gathering his momentum and spinning onto his other leg to let loose the marbles from his left hand with a slight upward swing. It was a little jerky, and not entirely perfect, but the aim was solid. The marbles fired towards the upper body of Isaac. With an arrogant snap, the marbles detonated into small blasts and a cloud of black smoke when they neared their target. The blasts were nowhere near lethal... just a concussive force to knock Isaac back... hopefully.