Reggie clung to the beast's neck, the force from the spinning making it nearly impossible to throw anymore hits. Out of nowhere something hit him in the back, sending him flying across the room where he hit the wall just above the door, Reggie managed to reduce most if not all of the damage from the impact by twisting mid air and landing crouched on the wall. Reggie used the electric charge created by the beast to cling to the wall, absorbing it very slowly into his body.<br/><br/>Reggie simply watched the last few moments of the fight from the wall when suddenly below him several men busted through the door. Reggie noticed a symbol that adorned someone who was obviously the leader of the group and He immediately broke out in a cold sweat. When the man spoke he felt some semblance of relief that they weren't here for him. Reggie watched Ra make his move and followed suit, dropping from the wall, little tendrils of electricity briefly sparking between himself and the wall as he left it. Reggie landed standing on the shoulders of one of the gunmen, squeezed his feet together and did a spinning front flip, releasing the mans head just after he heard that satisfying crunch as the thug's head nearly left his shoulders.<br/><br/>Reggie landed on top of another man's head, the unexpected weight taking him to the floor where Reggie proceeded to stomp on the mans neck and give his foot a healthy twist. It was about now that the men noticed Reggie, however they were once again startled as the knives from Ra made contact with their targets which gave Reggie another moment to make his exit. Weaving between legs and people, Reggie brushed his hand against nearly all of the blades the men were carrying, giving them just enough electric charge to startle them when they go for their weapons. With his little surprise left for their assailants, Reggie bolted for the bar and tossed himself in the air. Flying through the air, Reggie realized that he didn't get close enough to close the gap mid air, this was going to hurt but not as much as getting shot. Reggie closed his eyes and covered his face, using a strong gust to lift himself slightly and make it over the bar, but it would also send him right into the assortment of bottles lining the wall behind the bar.