Daniel was surprised to say the least when a blast of bucking bronco came his way, but wasn't as shocked when he saw himself in the air, along with the cop. Damn. He twirled in the air helplessly, watching as Jeff ran off, Leroy had vanished, probably charged out of the doorway. As for Kennedy, he wasn't sure, especially now that his back was to the ground. Well, so much for being backup. Sure, he'd gotten into sticky situations, but none quite like this.
"Ugh god, I think I'm gonna get motion sick.." He muttered, clutching at his vest. That's when he remembered, what goes up, must come down. But, what if he could manipulate the air and force himself further along, but while in the air, almost like flying; or floating for a better term.
Sucking in a breath of air, Daniel closed his caramel eyes, focusing on the air around him, the gentle breeze. He focused on the wings of elegant birds, chopping through the air. No, he needed the image of something using the air to it's advantage. Then, the whole city of Columbia appeared in his head, fixed at a simple height in the space time continuum, it didn't float, it was fixed, not able to budge in the air. Sure, it used the blimps to lift to connect a building to another, but that was it. Perfect. He could already feel the power of over a thousand strong steeds coursing through his veins.
When he reopened his eyes, they seemed brighter, full of energy and life. He focused on the ground beneath him and let loose another blast, the image of the city in his mind, he pushed himself backwards, the air shifting around him, draining him faster than normal. He felt as if he were kicked in the gut, and no doubt looked worse for wear, his force drained more than he had prepared himself for. Landing with a painful thud, Dan skidded across the hard wood of the boardwalk, his fingers digging into the walk for a grasp. When he regained control and stopped, he felt a small bit of pain from his back, and a trickle of something trailing down his spine.
Well, so much for the graceful landing he had hoped for. He was a bit of a distance away now, but not too far in case he needed to quickly get up. Which he had already prepared for. His eyes were now locked on Kennedy, the muscles in his arms and legs tensed to rush back to her aid if needed. She was strong, all of them were, but he had to make sure she was okay, it was a reflex. He wanted to encourage her to run as fast as she could, but he didn't want to scream out her name, which he knew he would if he opened his mouth. He wan never the best at talking, but what he lacked in speech, he made up for duly with his loyalty and his heart.
'C'mon Kennedy....C'mon He thought, his mind reeling with possibilities and solutions. He stood up and prepared to rush back over, barely stopping himself, knowing that if he did, he would only slow them down. Though it killed him slowly to stand and watch, only able to use his weapon if needed, he knew that would be best.