Dragon Rayo was unhappy with the results of his heroic act. It seemed like the rush of people was never-ending. He would save one person and two other people would show up. It was madness and the luchador was getting no where. There was a sense of accomplishment deep down for he was saving some of the civilians. He hoped they were not too angry for being man-handled. The options were to be thrown by his muscular self onto a roof or be eaten by the hell hounds; this was most likely the safer option. 

 Rayo watched the giant cloud grow closer towards him. He decided he had done the best he could and he was going to have to ditch the rest of the unfortunate runners. It was an awful feeling, but the luchador could not afford to be devoured by that cloud. He was about to leave until he noticed three dogs coming straight at him. They no doubt would get a free bite if he turned his back. The luchador sighed, he was about to go Michael Vick on these bitches. 

 "Beat them and leave afterwards..." He told himself. The luchador punched his fists together; this was the first time he had activated his lightning skills and the effect was beautiful. Sparks of yellow emanated from his hands; the sound of electricity flowing off of his palms was realistic and soothing. The fighter prepared his stance and waited for the perfect moment for the dogs to reach arm's length. Once he decided, he put his strength into his lighting punches. "Let's see if your gas is flammable!"