When it seemed Ren was getting ready to teleport, Chase made sure he was close to him. He even grabbed onto his shoulder for good measure. Unfortunately, after teleporting, they ended up several feet in the air. Chase felt himself start to fall and surrounded himself with his willpower. For good measure, he reached around Ren and Stella as well, wrapping all three of them in something like a force field. He couldn't hold his focus very long anymore, ever since he'd gotten his second personality lock, so he had to start lowering them to the ground right away. Luckily they made it to the floor before his accuracy started slipping.<br/><br/>Chase released his willpower when he felt his feet touch the ground. Then apparently they had a little road block that needed to be dealt with. Chase recognized the people they were going to be facing, or, well he recognized the kind of masks they were wearing anyway. "Wow, Psychomasks," Chase said idly as Vanessa was already engaging in battle. "That's funny."<br/><br/>Chase put his hands behind his head as he let nostalgia set in. "They considered making me one of them at one point," he said idly. "But the mask makes people more blood thirsty, and they decided I was already crazy enough," this statement was accompanied by an unusually pleasant smile. "Besides, they needed someone who was naturally crazy to test these out," he said, lifting up his wrist. "You think I'm bad now," he said to Stella, smiling brightly, "you should have seen me without them."<br/><br/>Chase gave a bright laugh and turned to watch Vanessa's fight. She seemed to be handling things, so there wasn't much point in him jumping in. Besides, someone had to stick around and help protect little miss useless (even if Ren was already there). Usually he'd jump at the chance to kill, but he really just wasn't in the mood right now. Although, if one picked a fight with him, who was he to deny them their death?