[center][h3][color=ec008c]Astrad Lungren[/color][/h3]

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[b][u]Levittown, Pennsylvania[/u][/b][/center]
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[color=ec008c]"So, you really didn't just fall off some plane and were actually in flight mode?"[/color], Astrad replied to Amelia as the latter suggested to just go fly in the skies above like eagles with wings. A good look at Amelia would tell him that this was the kind of person that didn't like tunnels; one who adored freedom above all else. Of course, he was something like that as well; after all, he didn't comply to Sitwell's orders to the letter, instead preferring to do things his own way. And now, well, he had been spared of a bad case of friendly fire. Still, there was the matter of HYDRA's grunts that had indeed infested this neighborhood like a virulent plague of squidheads and mindless minions that had a thing for tentacles. Astrad was about to launch his cryogenic powers against the building that had been shooting at them when Maria fired a blast of wind that blew the entire thing apart. It was a mesmerizing sight, to see the house explode into splinters through the power of the wind. Did the wind have color? Nah. What a shame. Could have been called the colors of the wind. 

[color=ec008c]"Alright."[/color], Astrad said as he kept the ice shield in the ready. [color=ec008c]"I'll just go with what you said, as it looks like you know better-"[/color]

It was at this moment that a weighted net shot out of another house to the right, ensnaring not just one, not two, not three, but all four of them. Astrad, however, remained calm under the net as he brought no less than a dozen ice hooks into existence that coalesced from the cold air that emanated from his hands. Wasting no time, the hooks were brought to bare with his cryokinesis, ripping open a hole in the net that was large enough for him to get out of. Jumping out of the net, he glared towards the house out of which the net gun had been fired, fury filling his eyes. Clenching his fist, Astrad brought his icebound power to bare once again, this time creating a massive hand made of ice. Recollection flashed in his mind as the hand clenched itself into a fist in response before pummeling the house, creating a dent on the wall. Destruction.

[color=ec008c]"Are we going to fly or what?"[/color], Astrad looked around frantically as he hid behind the ice shield that he had conjured earlier. [color=ec008c]"I might not be able to do that again if we get netted again."[/color]