Storm slowly came back around, the large cut in his head already healing cause of the powers he got from his dad. "Ow.. That fun was not." He said, then stood up and pulled out his sword. Any of guns would probably not do to much as they would be wearing some kind of armor for it, he looked at the other teens and was glad to see that they were alright.<br/><br/>When the large group of goons ran into the room, instead of rushing in with just there hands they came in with there weapons rised. Each with a laser, many pointing at all of them. "Give up now and we won't shot!" One yelled from behind his gas mask, another one had handcuffs ready. Deathstorke them yelled at them "what the fuck are you idiots doing! I told you to keep your distance!" He yelled<br/><br/>Stormed eyes went wide as he heard his own fathers voice eco through the building. "Dad?.." He asked, taking a step forward. "Do not take another step or I will shoot!" He yelled, but storm didn't seem to notice as he took a few more steps. The man who told him to stop shot him ten times, which put Storm on his ass. It wasn't a graceful fall by far, his blood went everywhere as well. His body twisted and then fell in front of his friends, his regenerating power was not nowhere close to his fathers. So he could look dead for a few seconds to a minute before he actually got back up. So he lay there looking dead as his powers started to kick in.<br/><br/>There was another voice that could be heard through the crowd, it was a woman's voice. "Check everyroom, who knows who could be in Wharton." Terra yelled out, walking close behind DeathStroke.<br/><br/>When Strom came around again, he saw the room was cleared, he was confused for a second then remembered. "Right, haha the others were here." He laughed, sounding a little high. But he got up and grabbed his sword, he still his other weapons on him of course.