Carin's eyes went wide as she saw Ryū fling the aluminum disc hard enough to cleave a man in two, and the look of shock on his face that told her it was accidental. He might not want to kill, but the thugs certainly didn't hold themselves to the same standard.<br/>She spun around and got a look at the remaining thief. It was a man, or at leas, had been one. Once. These days, 'lunacy' took on a new meaning when meta-abilities once triggered once a lunar day were now either constantly activated, or at the whims of their hosts's emotions. Most 'true forms', as her countrymen called them, were triggered by adrenaline; a fear or excitement response, thus 'Hulking Out' had passed into the mainstream lexicon in the states and made metas so afflicted easy to find. Some unlucky ones transformed and never reverted. For some, they could adapt, with help. Others..."<br/><br/>She looked at the almost 7-foot-tall reptilian demon-like figure tussling with her new companion as three more thugs appeared up front. None batted an eye at the man impaled by a metal plate. From their bulky, muscular figures with muscle looking more like the canyons and crevasses of huge rock formations, she knew at least one of them had to be the one who projected the 'bullets' their way earlier.<br/><br/>She took a quick look around the restaurant, even the man behind then counter had fled (or been killed, she couldn't tell) and took up an battle stance.<br/><br/>"Get lost, Gaijin," one of them said in heavily-accented English. "This is not your fight."<br/><br/>Carin flashed a knowing smile. "Oh, really now? I don't take kindly to rogue Terrakinetics putting holes in my companions," she replied in English. She beckoned them silently with one hand. The center man lowered his head and began to charge her. The other two stretched hands toward her as if to strike.<br/><br/>None of them made it. In the span of the seconds it took for the man at the door to reach her, Carin's body had spun around and transformed into a raging waterspout running almost all the way to the ceiling. Glass, wood and metal objects flung in all directions as the maelstrom advanced on them with frightening speed, plowing its way through the front door in seconds. The front wall desintegrated as the tiny storm cascaded into the street. The thug unfortunate enough to try to tangle with a tornado was torn into at least four pieces by the forces involved and the other two men were either hit my shrapnel or tossed against ceiling or pavement.<br/><br/>It was all over in ten seconds. The maelstrom subsided and her body reformed itself, dress and all, at the ruined threshold. She looked inside at the localized swath of devastation she'd left for any sign of her new friend, and his unfortunate 'dance partner' as sirens began to blare. She was as much concerned with trying to explain herself and her abilities to Ryū with explaining her situation to the Tokyo station chief who, along with a squad of agents was about a minute away.