Zaphkiel
The angel responded with his utmost greatest haste, launching off of the roofline with a single flap of his immense wings. The angel propelled himself in just that instance high and long enough to land him squarely on the roof, which he promptly broke through. The sheer weight of his armor and the force of its fall from such a height caved in the roof of Maroni's right where he landed, sending a shower of cement and construction materials to the floor and dust spreading across the room. Beating his wings aside, Zaphkiel removed the space of the smoke cloud and summoned his shield in a shower of light.
His left hand warped into an elongated form, solidifying into a rod of greenish light serving as his non-lethal weapon. He could have had it bladed, but it was indicated to him that lethal force was a last resort. Regardless, his strength alone could put some serious damage behind the rod. With a mighty yell he unleashes a bright flash of light, blinding to all but himself as he took the opportunity to size up the situation. Being the first and only one to be delegated to the top floor, he needed to play his surprise card just right.
There were a few armed thugs, he could see. There was a high probability they weren't supers if they were walking about in their body armor carrying firearms. Three, however, seemed quite the opposite. One against three huh? Just as Zaphkiel's burst of light subsided, he dug his feet into the ground, launching forward carried by his outstretched wings into the villain known as Shrieker, choosing from among them randomly. He threw his shield out before himself, attempting to bash the much physically weaker human into submission.