Bob chuckles. He looks down at Yang. Then, he waves his hand sideways. The mere gesture encases him in a pillar of flame, the earth trembling as he begins revealing his true power, the ground under his feet reduced to magma as he hovers. A wind of unknown origin blows through the streets, caused by the massive change in pressure, hot air shooting upwards as a tornado begins to form around Bob's pillar of flames. His eyes glow bright red, his grin filled with sharp teeth. "You would stand against one such as me, girl? Hand over the killer. She's mine. She once made an attempt on my life, and this will be justice."