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Interactions: Rain [@FunnyGuy] Zatara [@Crimson Flame] 
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As Rain fell to his side in a coughing fit that sounded incredibly genuine, drawing the attention of the robbers toward him and away from the hostages, Vincent slowly moved away from the group and circled around. As he did, he inspected his weapon, seemingly admiring the shiny casing. In reality, he was using his power to search for anything made of steel or even simple iron on the inside, anything he could use to tamper with them. He could feel, in a way he couldn't quite explain, that there wasn't much he could work with and the fact that he didn't know how the weapon even worked didn't help much. [color=teal][i]Maybe the trigger assembly?[/i][/color] he thought, having decided to focus on the one thing that seemed familiar.

It was then that one of the robbers had noticed Vincent had started to wander. He glanced back at Rain, then walked over to Vincent. He put a hand on the young hero's shoulder and opened his mouth, probably to ask what was going on with the guy on the ground, when Vincent reacted. The instincts that had kept him alive on the streets and in the ring kicked into gear as Vincent pulled away from the man, spinning on the ball of his left foot. In the same motion, he grabbed the muzzle of the weapon he held with his right arm and, using the momentum of his spin, he swung the weapon into the side of the criminal's head. He fell to the ground, unconscious, and Vincent stood above him, still gripping his weapon like a club.

He looked up from the unconscious criminal back to his friends and the two thugs as they stared, seemingly stunned by the sudden attack. [color=teal]"Oops..."[/color] Vincent said with a shrug. Just then, the building shook, as if a blast had gone off on one of the upper floors. Vincent’s wings burst out of the back of his shirt before molding themselves to his arms, essentially becoming form-fitting, arm-length gauntlets as he readied himself to fight. [color=teal]”Everything good up there?”[/color] he asked into his earpiece.