<span style="font-weight: bold">Infiltration Team</span><br/><br/><br/>For a moment, a very brief moment, Ephantus considered just blasting the Crosswind away. But no, the man could answer all of his questions and he was indeed a former ally that Ephantus could confirm as powerful and reliable. Also he was beginning to really dislike these "heroes" he was tagging along with.<br/><br/>"I say..." Ephantus began, "That your remaining existence is more useful than you extermination."<br/>Ephantus slowly turned to face Izaak and Geirhald. He powered up his laser again.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ephantus<br/>HP: 59678/59678<br/>MP: 2790/2790<br/>Abilities: Laser Canon Barrage, Nanite Possession, Warform</span><br/><br/>Ephantus fired his lasers.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Interference Team</span><br/><br/>"Is this guy for real?" Leske growled, hearing Sark's monologue. He glared at the bullets that Sark shot back at him and drew a pistol, stoping each bullet in mid-air  with his own shots.<br/><br/>"I don't know, or really care who you are, pal." Leske yelled, charging at Sark. Leske was vaguely concerned that Sark had just sent Cale flying through several buildings. "But I'm not just some gun wizard, pal."<br/><br/><br/>Leske used his magic to teleport, appearing behind Sark. He aimed his gun point blank at the villain's head. "I'm a Traveler. Trained by the best mage in existence." He fired. Not just any old bullet, however. Leske, on rare occasions when necessary, could pack his ammunition full of mana, that detonated on impact with an aetheric backlash that corroded and burned.<br/><br/>It occurred to him at the last moment that being so close to such an explosion might not have been a good move, but meh. He could roll with it.