"You wanna hurry up? I'm running low on juice!"
"Sometimes I really think that you think of me as the muscle." Kieran responded with a smile. He looked down at the remaining thugs and thought about how he was going to handle it. A second passed before he decided on what to do. "I should warn you guys. I'm great when it comes to flying, but my landings could be a little rough." As he said that he dropped to the floor causing a minor shockwave that knocked the first two thugs on their asses and the rest stumbling trying to keep their balance. "But I think I'm getting better. What do you think, Julian?"
Without waiting for a response he rushed forward and flicked the floored gunmen in their respective foreheads knocking them unconscious. The others took this as their moment to aim their guns on Kieran. He stood up to face them and shook his head. "You see the S, right?" They saw the S. They just didn't care about what it meant. They started firing at him and he let the bullets hit against his costume and face. He didn't fully understand why they still tried to shoot at heroes that they knew were bulletproof. Maybe they thought one day they'd get lucky or there was only so much damage they could take just like the vests. Maybe it was out of fear of their employer. They had to at least try, right? He admired the tenacity either way.
When each clip was empty he stepped over the shells at his feet and used his superspeed to get to his attackers. They fumbled trying to reload and he wasn't planning on giving them the chance to. He palmed the face of the first one and slammed him to the floor before knocking the others out with a series of jabs, hooks, and launching across the room.
When the area was clear of any conscious hostiles he walked over to Julian saying, "When I said it'd be fun to rescue a damsel in distress you weren't really the one I had in mind."