Giving a nod to the "larger than life" man, Storm followed the booming Azan back to the store. Seeing the conflict happen directly in front of them, Storm was about to charge in, yet, the Spartan was late to the party as Azan announced his morals. The next thing that happened was a sight to see, for the grand mace made contact with the criminal. Knowing, and certainly hearing the damage done to the man, Storm could only say two words.
"Holy shit!"
He had yelped in surprise. Shaking himself of the sight, before the criminal got the chance to react or fall, Storm gave off one step, and he was already in grabbing distance. With an impossible speed, Storm charged from below, and sprang upward, grabbing the male's throat, and pushing him into the wall where the drink section was located. Holding him upwards in the air, the Spartan was taller than the man, allowing to slap him with ease to keep him awake.
Knowing his training, he made sure where the pistol was before interrogation. "Agreed. Though this "ruffian" may be a little more talkative after that move with the mace!" Storm said back, giving Azan a neat smile before turning his head back. "I doubt you want to feel that again."
Quieting down immediately, Wanderer gave a nod to Angelus, confirming the fact. Holding up his ring, it had a few scratches on it, as if someone tried to take it apart or modify it. The ring was received by the Doctor shortly before they left. It shocked the inhuman man as soon as it's purpose was discovered, his eyes were almost sparkling. In the current situation, the 'current' Doctor seemed to have more of a serious face on.
("Yup ... I've been on both sides. I have equipment for such work.")
("They usually ended up dead though")
The normal Doctor said over the ring, followed up by his darker personality. The face of the Wanderer winced at the fact that his darker side could still communicate over the rings. Having both sides talk would soon enough end in conflict, though the better Wanderer was heard more than the darker side, indicating the current stance of dominant and submissive positions. The current in-control Doctor shook his head, pulling out a strange device [http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120703000604/fallout/images/9/95/Stealth_Boy.png] from his coat.
Attaching it to the machine on his left arm, the Wanderer played with a few buttons on the machine, and suddenly a cloaking energy began to enshroud him. Eventually leaving a tiny little blur, barely noticeable to the human eye unless you got too close. The blur followed the human dragon, the man underneath the energy holding his trusty black revolver just in case.
Following the last given position, Merlin was yelling over the VTOL's on-board radio, giving directions to the pilot. Having lessons with the vehicle were comforting, yet he still lacked much practice. One thought he worried about was the landings, he didn't exactly want to crash in any buildings, and worse, wreck the President's lead air vehicle. As the VTOL was coming along the car, it was speeding along, almost keeping up to the speeding aircraft.
Giving a daring smile, the lead tactician started to descend, getting close to the car. Not knowing much about aircraft tactics, the purple-robed pilot decided to give a shock of terror to the driver, and other drivers in the area. After all, he cannot use any weapons, though he had hoped to scare the man out of the car, for the speed and air the craft created might flip any vehicle if it gets too close. "This brigand seems be daring just like us." Shorn remarked, concentrating while lowering the VTOL inch by inch.
"Just don't kill us ... I would hate to give the ruffians who did this a laugh!" Merlin added, worrying about the flying hunk of metal getting close to the ground. His mind almost in a worrying state.
