As the goons stopped up in the middle of the hallway and rose their weapons - now keeping their distance - Hawke finally came into his right. He hopped up to the ceiling, throwing off the goons' aim, and uttered his incantation.<br/>"Azaroth Metrion Zinthos!"<br/>His soul-self posessed several shards of glass, sending them flying in either direction down the hallway. The tiny, sharp objects circled around both groups of mercenaries in a storm of shards, soon leaving most as scratched-up, wincing fallen. Flying fast to finish the job, his batons swung mercilessly to the nape of their necks, knocking them out instantly. With the hallway more or less clear, Hawke pulled up his hood and mask, giving him the bird-like appearance that denoted Blackhawk. He turned to his fellow titans.<br/>"We need to find the girls. I'll fly outside the tower and assault any enemy I see. Maybe I can force some of them into the inner corridors of the tower, that'll make it easier for the rest of you to engage them. They seem at a disadvantage in tight quarters. Any objections? Anyone want to join me?"<br/>He hovered in place next to a broken window, ready to fly out on a moment's notice.