[center] [h3]A Street in War [/h3]
[@thewizardguy][@Flamelord][@Mercenary Lord][/center]
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"Yes, I suppose it should be. But in this game, you assume nothing. Remember that, it'll do some good," the man shrugged. "So, the plan? I'm going to show this bitch her place, and then we're going to leisurely walk to our destination. One of my associates will assist us if necessary. Heh. You all walked right past her without ever even seeing her."

And then things got [I] interesting [/I].

Beneath the mask the man frowned at the fire tornado, the Fire Whirl.

"Alright. You want to play, Barbie. We'll play. Finch, I highly suggest you stay right beside me. Otherwise you're going to die."

As debris and vehicles started falling, they came to a stop in the air. The very air seemed to still, and the Whirl stopped it's movement and was once again stopped in place, a struggle of will between the man and Guilt.

"That's enough of a tantrum," the man muttered, not sure if Finch could even hear him over the noise. He knew there was no point in trying to get the woman to hear him, and he didn't care.

She'd learn her place soon enough.

As the standstill continued, the smoke from the fire suddenly started growing darker, obviously being manipulated. Slowly it obscured the entire Whirl, choking it of it's air supply. Debris slammed into the smoke like it was a brick wall, and if one looked closely it was almost as if the smoke itself was alive.

With a laugh the man turned towards Guilt, reaching out a hand in her direction. Of course she couldn't see him anymore, between the swarm of his and the ever growing smoke clouding out the area.

With a pulling motion of his hands, the man's laugh took on an interesting undertone.

The noise was incredibly dulled, as if the smoke was trapping even the sounds of the Whirl, and everyone could hear the man's next words.

"Know true agony for your crimes, Barbie."

With a ripping nose, Guilt's mask was forcefully removed from her system, crumbling apart in the process, and she found herself being thrown towards a nearby wall.

"I know everything in your dark mind, and I find you guilty."