Darkfeather pulled a small six sided die out of his pocket. "This is how we decide. First number rolled determines who you fight. if it is even numbered, you fight whomever rolls odd first and vice versa. Tie and you're paired up. I'll go first."<br/><br/><div>JDizzle383 rolled 1d6 and got a total of <b>1</b>:<br/><b><span title="1 on a d6">1</span></b></div><br/><br/>Darkfeather nodded to it as the die rolled and stopped. "Who wants to roll next?" he asked the group. "oh, and no using powers to affect the result of your roll."<br/><br/>Lightspeed put a finger to her chin. "I won't roll yet. I don't think I should go right after you bro!" although she seemed to be waiting on Thornstriker, as was evident by the dreamy look she gave him after she said this. In accordance with said look, a gun turret in the room exploded, and Darkfeather sighed. "Excuse me one millisecond." he said.<br/><br/>Shifting out of the timeline again, he repaired the turret, then walked back to the group and shifted back to the millisecond after he left. sweat now adorned his brow, and he had a oil stain on his shoulder. Despite herself, Raven smiled a bit more than usual when she figured out how the now restored turret had been repaired.<br/><br/>"So whad'I miss?" Darkfeather asked. this was his attempt at humor considering to them it had been a millisecond, while for him it had taken an hour to fix the turret.