Kaze's flashlight either found corpses, or more yurei that had blood on their hands. Either way his attention was drawn back towards the middle of the warehouse where a Treant showed up. That...wasn't normal. Treants were forest guardians, this was an industrial area with little vegetation worth protecting by such a being. [i][color=purple]It's almost guaranteed to be a construct made of vegetation and demonic power, so it'd have the feel of a real treat.[/color][/i] "I kind of figured that, bud. I'm not a dumb kid anymore." Kaze grumbled as a catwalk came screeching along the ground at him. The initial target avoiding it, bike and all. Well that was the joy of being a Devil Feeder for so long, he didn't need to dodge things like this. His foot came up and he promptly stomped on the steel rigging, stopping it completely and warping the metal beyond use. The Feather lady spoke up, short and curt. Rocks, wounded. Well the wounded were taken care of, the fuck did one do with exploding rocks?! "Yes Ma'am Ms. Feather-lady, Ma'am!" He said, mock salute and heel click. Some smartassery was required! So he went to the explosive rock clusters and eyed them. Going around he crouched down and chopped the ground, cracking a portion of the creeping cluster away from its previous growth zone. He did the four times, one of each side, before jamming his fingers into the cracks. With a grunt he hefted out a rough cube of concrete, about two feet by two feet, with blowy uppy rocks out of the ground. Of course now there were sirens drawing closer. Who the hell called emergency?! It'd be awfully suspicious if he was caught carrying a chunk of concrete for literally no reason. So rational thinking, he couldn't hide, he couldn't just waltz out, but he could blow out the side and move away from authorities. Then the ghostly voice whispered through their minds again. "Snakes only got one head..." He muttered before lifting a leg and kicking the wall. The entire section of sheet-metal blew off, the rivets ripping off easily. Unlike cartoons the sheet didn't just fly fully in tact, this piece buckled and folded before flying away from his outstretched leg. Without further adieu he moved on, he'd head for the local DHA base so they could get the rocks examined.