It really shouldn't have surprised him to be honest, but for some reason beyond even the Mother Tiamat's knowledge, when the sound of a chopper above and he and his mode of transportation were engulfed in a volley of Apache Hellfire missiles, he was.

He growled as he laid amongst the wreckage and flame, the concussive force of the explosion knocking every sense he had into a spin, [b][i][color=39b54a]There goes that idea...[/color][/i][/b], he thought to himself before jumping to his feet and drawing The Tri-Force Gun. He quickly brought the weapon up and began opening fire on first the missle pods of the helicopter, then the rotary mast and tail blade. The first two shots connected with powerful bolts of electric green bolts of lightning, while the last connected with his familiar emerald green ice; stalling the vehicle and sending it veering off to plummet to its doom. Certainly not his style most times, but these ones seemed to warrant it. He would holster his weapon and begin to walk away from the scene, pondering just how far he would have to go before making it back to the hotel, as he dusted himself off from the encounter.