"Hmph. Feels like the munitions market..." Dow Jones extended his right hand towards Ephantus' laser barrage "...is taking a downturn!" On cue, the lasers (and Vidaar's arrow, consequently) turned abruptly 90 degrees and went straight into the ground a safe distance away. Then he sneered at the burgeoning Occupy Stormfront movement. "I suppose if transparency is<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>important to you lazy goodfornothings, then so be it! Reveal: Dow Jones' Net Worth!"<br/><br/>There came the distinct sound of a bell ringing somewhere, followed by applause, and then the appearance of his power stock: 999. "You exist in my world, lower class scum! It should be no surprise that I reign...supreme..." He seemed to suddenly become aware of Ephantus again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"All that declared- let's see this shit go down." He says, as he draws his blades- chains appearing, tightening.. but his form not yet warping in to any of his releases.</span><br/><br/>"Let's go now," Haley hissed at Bartholemew. "While he's distracted." She loaded his lead bullets into her guns and motioned to Vidaar and Mhenlo as well. "Go!" Her shout was lost in the roar of her shots.<br/><br/>Even so, Dow Jones remained distracted by Ephantus and the numbers struggling to calculate his power.