[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=CFC500]John Watts[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/4dqzpfHR/tenor.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=CFC500]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries - R&D Lab (4F & 4F) [b][color=CFC500]Skills:[/color][/b] Superhuman Speed, Speed Clones, Cyclone Generation[hr][/center] [color=CFC500]"Oh, I'm much more than a speedster,"[/color] Watts said ominously - the glowing red eyes probably wasn't helping to sell him as a hero and not a villain at the moment. As he was repeatedly slammed into the ground, he was grateful that she hadn't gone after his speed clone. Speed clones happened when he moved so quickly as to effectively be in two places at once. The Scarlet Witch could have hurt the speed clone and doubled the damage she did to him. However, he was coughing up a bit of blood and was in a lot of pain from being repeatedly slammed - he was just a skinny scientist in a suit. It was more painful though hearing Andrew [i]encourage[/i] Wanda to monologue. [color=CFC500]"I hate monologues,"[/color] he muttered, spitting blood on the ground as he got to his feet. [color=CFC500]"Idiot!"[/color] he snapped at Bobbi, as she summoned a squeaky toy and threw it at the Scarlet Witch, as if that would do anything. And she had the audacity to call him an old man? He was entertaining the notion of planting some drugs in her room and getting her hauled off to jail. It would give him some much needed peace and quiet. They didn't need a drug addict here doing gymnastics and throwing chew toys around the room anyways. Working in unison with his clone, Watts waved his arms rapidly in circles aimed at Wanda. He was moving so fast that he and the clone generated a miniature cyclone, trapping the Scarlet Witch inside of it. The vortex was giving her trouble breathing and was preventing her from using her powers, so Watts saw an opportunity and he took it. He tried to grab her, intending on phasing her through the wall and throwing her down onto the pavement below, but she somehow managed to avoid his grasp.