Kaze sighed when he took note that Serafaye had up and left the alley. It seemed they were going to be doing things this way, brute force. Well that was the deal of being in a group, you had hotheads and dumb dumbs mixed with smart and tactical. Cracking his knuckles he moved into that strange pose Vani and Yinha had seen once with a face full of concentration. While he channeled his inner energies he heard the shouting from out in the main road to the gate.

It sounded like Serafaye was arguing with the footsoldiers out near the gate. Whatever, he needed to work now. A white glow surrounded him while his eyes were closed. A pulse of power rippled along the glow. [color=red]"Pace of Wind."[/color] He stated, the glow taking on a greenish color. Another pulse as the voices drew nearer to the alley entrance. And Vani went out and...started yelling? What? [color=red]"Flow Acceleration."[/color] He spoke out again, the green turned into an orange color now.

When he opened his eyes he saw Locke making a smokescreen and Yinha giving him the universal 'I'm watching you' gesture. Grinning at her cheekily he moved forward, weaving between the group to get to the front. The battlecries of the soliders was his own personal signal. He surged out of the alley entrance surprisingly fast for something his size. Vani and Yinha had the potential to recognize that he had buffed himself during that long rest period of just talking and walking.

He'd have buffed himself further, but that'd have taken a longer time than they had available. The air around his fist seemed to waver as he drew it back before proceeding to slam it into the torso of one of the soldiers. [color=red]"Smash."[/color] He growled out, he didn't need to say it but sometimes pretending to be stupid was fun. The effect on contact was immediate, the soldiers breastplate crumbled like cheap foil while letting out a screech of metal, his ribcage was completely pulverized, and he went flying back into the clustered melee combatants like a bowling ball into bowling pins.

He could have dived into the pile of tangled limbs, yelling, and a corpse. But someone else could play with them. Instead a swatted aside a blind sword-strike before grabbing the mans other arm. Hoisting him up he proceeded to beat the holy hell out of his allies with his armored body, each swing knocked a man away or flattened him to the ground as an armored squishy ally was bashed into them like a strange cudgel. What fun!