Alistaire 'Alex' Vael - Main Hallway - Tagged;; N/A
The teenager was almost finished with dusting out the room, which only included flowing high-pressurized air over the hard surfaces, when he heard the familiar sounds of fully automatic gunfire echoing throughout the main entranceway. After years of wandering the world, and moving and living through ghetto districts such as Harlem and Detroit, Alex wasn't completely scared shitless by the sounds of gunfire, but that doesn't mean it doesn't surprise him to hear it at a super-hero school. He'd only been here for what, an hour or so, and some jackass was already shooting the place up. Without anymore hesitation, the boy leaped through his window, not even minding the glass shattering around him as he immediately caught the currents of the air and blasted even more air behind him, sending him jetting through the open doors of the Main Entrance, as people were already rushing out, apparently not used to, nor interested in, getting a bullet sent through their skulls.
He arrived just in time to see a female shoot...a trip-wire at the oddly-out-of-it janitor shooter. "A trip-wire?" He questioned quietly, to himself, landing in a roll and immediately throwing his hands out. A visible blast of air jetted from his hands, slamming into the janitor's AK-47, and sending it blasting into the far wall, with a loud bang of metal on metal. Not slowing down his momentum, as the janitor was startled and stumbled back from the sudden gale of wind, Alex dashed forward, slamming into the man with a sharp shoulder-tackle, sending both of them flying onto the floor - Only Alex was literally flying, not even touching the marble floor as he flipped through the air and began levitating, visible and powerful arcs of electric blue lightning coating his arms. His eyes began to glow a startingly white.
"We need him alive, right?" His voice, disembodied yet quiet from the power coursing through him, questioned everyone and no-one at the same time, watching as the janitor tried to make his way back onto his feet, with robot-like determination. One lightning bolt, and he'd be dead...but that's not what a hero did, is it? A sudden burst of wind sent the janitor flying back onto his stomach once he got onto his feet. Alex's face stayed carefully impassive despite the semi-humorous scene, his long, shaggy hair flying back from the invisible whirlwind of air flying around his form.