"Hmmm, we'll see. Can't say I really care for this city." Ephantus rumbled, jumping after the discharged infiltrators. He hovered beside Jereman for a moment, flight boosters enabled at the bottoms of his "feet".<br/><br/>Ephantus aimed at the infiltration team with his main gun and fired. The red beam cut through the air towards the targets menacingly.<br/><br/>And then for overkill he fired  off a couple of rockets afterwards. Just because.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><br/>The swarm of minions that were....well, swarming, suddenly (and quite literally) exploded outward, painting the area in a disgusting layer of middle-class vampire minion. Leske looked none the worse for wear, though his hands were glowing a rather ominous blue. As were his eyes, behind the sunglasses.<br/><br/>"Ugh." Leske scowled at Sark. "You're going to be one of<span style="font-style: italic">those</span>villains aren't you?" The man sighed heavily. The casually arrogant types were the worst. Mostly because they reminded Leske of his old master when he got pissed off.<br/><br/>"But since you mentioned it," Leske snapped his fingers and a wall of various fireamrs appeared behind him.<br/><br/>"As a matter of fact, I have an infinite number of those bullets. And I wonder which one of us will run out of ammo first." He snapped his fingers again and the wall of weaponry thundered.