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Things continued to seem like they were going fairly well. The students were mostly in disarray, and from what he could tell, Jackie was certainly holding her own against sparky and that damned cat thing. Anarchy, too, was doing her thing. It seemed he could relax the swarm on this floor a little bit, and focus it way more up there to try and cripple the students further to prevent these little brats ever wanting to face him and his fellow villains again - at least, not in a group like this. He still kept a decent sized posse around him though, just in case - one could never be too safe. 

So, Dean kept targeting through the hole, as the swarm downstairs relaxed a bit. He could absolutely no way risk peering through the senses of any of his soldiers, as he needed all his senses to be alert within himself. He peered around at the chaos for a little bit. The crowd of heroes had thinned out massively, seeming as if this whole debacle was coming to an end. It wasn't like it was going to end any other way than victory for him and the villains - these were just school children after all, and despite being under the stewardship of the number one hero, they would never be more than mere children until they maybe got their hero licenses and took their degeneracy out on the streets. 

Then - Dean caught something out of the corner of his eye. A big, white, fluffy mass, flying through the air he turned to glance at it, and that's when the rock came flying towards him. He had but a second to react, and a valiant bird knocked it just off course by colliding with it, sending the rock flying into his top hat, which fell to the ground. Dean scowled, looking down. That was his favourite hat. He was just lucky that the rock had skimmed over his forehead. He turned back to the moth girl, finding her already unconscious on the ground. This would not go without retribution, so he gave a good portion of his legion a new command. 

[i]Go for her wings. Peck, scratch, claw. Ruin them.[/i]

While that went on, Dean turned around and glanced down at the object that was thrown at him. It certainly didn't have a usual trajectory... Was it some sort of egg? Something infused with a quirk? Whatever it was, it aroused Dean's suspicion. It had come dangerously close to knocking him out, after all. He placed a foot on it. It wasn't soft, it was by all intents and purposes just a stone. He kept it under his foot for a bit, before taking it off and looking at the rock through his eyepieces. 

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