Private Finished Smoke Screen

"What about wearing it with a hoodie over it?" He said, keeping his voice low throughout the conversation. The bus stopped and he practically ran off, still dragging Rory behind him. "Maybe no wig, just the bald cap?"

It wasn't too far to his house, and then they could get Rory ready however she needed to and get a move on.

Broen's own costume was, well, something you might actually expect to see in Halcyon. Mostly black and gray, with red accents. A hood. Long sleeves, no skin showing. And then there was his helmet. Like a motorcycle helmet, but with a narrower profile so it didn't stick out so much. And all silver. Not reflective like his old mask, but a definite throwback if you knew who was under the mask and knew who he'd been.

Broen holstered a gun under his jacket and turned around, giving Rory a good look. Seeking approval? Not quite, moreso just showing off. "You like? Been getting it together myself. The helmet is extra special. Blocks people from reading my fuckin mind."

Which was a real concern here on the island.

"Let's fuckin' go."
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Broen peered down at the alleyway below, nestled between a seedy bar and a dockside warehouse. Ah, good old times. Five guys in their stupid cloaks. Like bad B-movie cultists. Broen whispered to Rory, giving her details he knew about the assholes.

"They've got cell phones that let them use magic. It's like. Basic-ass fireballs and shit. Just treat it like you would a gun, really."

He looked down and grinned, though Rory couldn't see it behind his mask. "How about I set 'em up and you knock 'em down?"

Broen was fine without killing people. A bunch of beaten up drug dealers wouldn't go to the cops. A bunch of corpses in an alley would get them called out real quick.

Broen gave a small, two finger salute to Rory before he dove off the roof. He kicked his leg, teleporting at the last second and landing on top of a dumpster in a crouch. The men turned and stared at him as he stood up.

"Sorry for the interruption. Just dropped in to see who wants my boot up their ass."
The men in cloaks pulled out their cell phones, acting defensive.

"Everyone? Man, it's like fuckin' Christmas."

And then Broen was gone as the first volley of spells hit the dumpster and the wall behind it. He appeared behind the furthest Black Wing from him and kicked his shin out from under him. This was going to be fun.

Broen watched Rory work, impressed by how easily she just dislocated two men's arms. Not that he didn't think she was physically capable, but damn that was cold.

For Broen's part, while Adrastia flew above, he teleported over to a guy and shrunk, grabbing him and throwing him into the wall. Growing back to normal, he turned and pointed it at one of the other guys like a gun.

"Bang," he said before growing huge and dropping the now enlarged phone on top of the guy. Might've broke his already dislocated arm. Whoops. He took a small bolt of lightning to the torso and shrunk, teleporting to a safe spot to catch his breath.