[B]Allan Vicman[/B]

There was fire all across the yard. The duo were already trying to stay away from the flames that washed over most of the vehicles. Allan could see them take cover behind one of the few cars not set on fire, and watched the door of the house. He waved his hand towards the door mumbling a specific set of words. "Surrender to the greatest hero in the land and you won't be hurt. Come on I'm too pretty to get shot." that last statement set them off as they fired at him.

The sound of gunfire alerted the entire neighborhood. Bullets peppered the ground Allan once stood. The shots died down not seconds after they realized that Allan was missing. Not only that but the fire was gone.. More of the gang came out of the house to help. Just as they opened the front door a glyph glowed brightly for a moment and then blew up shattering the door and injuring anyone standing near it. The two outside ran around the house towards the back looking for a way in that wasn't a trap. 

"Not in my house!" A bolt of pure of energy shot at one of the men knocking him off his feet causing severe disorientation and likely a few cracked ribs. A few more bolts zinged past his latest target as he ran through the door. Allan knew going through that backdoor was likely not the best option. Just as it closed he figured there was a more fun way of knocking. A powerful fireball tore through the door just as it was closing back leaving the gangster on the ground trying to cover his face fro the debris. He aimed his gun towards the burning entrance and crawled back hoping to find some cover. A few guys were still conscious inside taking position at the front door weapons gripped with sweaty palms. It was starting to get a lot hotter than it should be even when they were defending themselves from someone like Allan. 

Just outside Allan was whistiling a tune as he was spreading flames all over the house. A dangerous and risky strategy to lure out scum, but even as a self proclaimed hero Allan loved this sort of tactic. Especially with many of his boom glyphs set out around the entrances in case he wanted to activate them. It took only a few minutes for the men inside to notice what was going on and another minute or so to run out because of the smoke. Allan waited out front hoping they'd surrender, but instead he immediately told an ultimatum. "Get down on your knees and take off those clothes."

Allan was surprised but recognized him as the first guy who saw the transformation. The other guys around him looked confused for a moment but shrugged. "I could strip for you if you like?" he started pulling up his skirt. 

"Shut the hell up and do what you fucking did last time!" He emphasized the obscenity by pressing the barrel up against the poor man's head. Allan sighed as his outfit was consumed in flames. Only his staff and normal clothes were left and the fire that was destroying the house was immediately put out. He already knew what the man was going to say so he slowly put the staff on the ground. "Is that better?" he said disappointment obvious on his face. It was almost like he wanted to strip.

"Yeah, now go to hell." the order was enforced just as he aimed the gun at Allan. In a second the hero snapped his fingers and several explosions went off up under most of the men there. Most were sent flying screaming until their hard landing silenced them. Allan kicked up his staff just as the hostage and his kidnapper were getting up. A ring of fire formed as he twirled his staff. A wave of flames shot towards the last few men still conscious. They were set alight screaming in agony. The feeling of their skin roasting was evident. To the terrified hostage he thought they were burning alive, however just as the flames subsided the men appeared with some burns. The power used on them forced them to feel the pain of being burned but the actual effects were limited.

"You should get out of here right now. I'll call the cops and these guys shouldn't be getting up anytime soon." 

"Thank you my name is Dwain," he walked up to Allan to shake his hand. "Please make sure these assholes don't get away. I don't want to deal with them again."

Allan didn't want to really know much about what history he had with these guys. Instead he just smiled and said. "Don't worry," his dress reappeared over him again. "Magical Boy is on the case."

"Umm okay then man. I'm actually going to stay here. You need a witness right?" Allan nodded and took out his cell phone to call the police. The moment they arrive he planned on getting away.