Lorenzo felt the back of his head hitting the floor as all seemed to go to nearly literal hell in his workshop, if the heat was anything to go by. He remained where he was, a little dazed, as Starfire blasted the hole through the wall and escaped. He was upset that such a prize had gotten away, but couldn't be bothered to do anything about it just now. There were bigger problems to deal with. Touching a hand to the back of his head, it came away red and Lorenzo cursed before slowly getting to his feet. From where he was he could see the remaining man going berserk!<br/><br/>Noticing the delight he took from the destruction, Lorenzo was fully convinced that this guy wasn't as 'good' as he led others to believe. This was the thought that predominated his twisted mind, not that the whole place was burning around them, or that his puppets were being ruined, not even the smell of burning flesh and hair fazed him. Lorenzo couldn't see any of his men, likely killed already or ran off when the fires started.<br/><br/>Knowing he had to go, Lorenzo too exited the building via the hole blasted through the wall. He had overstayed his welcome and it was time to get this show back on the road. Removing his mask, he coughed severely, the smoke having gotten easily into his lungs, along with the years of chemicals, dye, and bleach. Casting one last look into the ruined building where he had spent so much time and effort, he knew he would never forget that man. The man who had forced him back to square one. Though he could also see it as a fresh start, new puppets, new acts, a new show. Grinning, Lorenzo disappeared into the alley that the hole had opened into, disappearing into the city to wait, to grow, and to learn.