Blazen felt another surge of anger power him further. As he fell, Blazen planted his hands on the ground to avoid damaging impact. He then would push his other foot towards Ratayu's face, but it would stop just before contact and a blaze of black fire would shoot from his foot. Blazen, if let go, would then push on his hands to bring himself to his feet once more, crouched. He would stand and spin, both hands filled with black flames and have each shoot out a high amount of marble sized exploding black flames at Ratayu. Each flame would either hit Ratayu or the ground next to him, making rubble fly everywhere.
...California...
"Will you stop messing with the radio already?" Brandon asked, Veronica a bit viciously as a variety of music continued to blare from the tank. From Mexican fiesta music, to heavy metal. Veronica ignored her brother-in-law as she continually turned the dial, looking for something to listen to.
Finally the radio exploded, wires and plugs flying everywhere. Veronica drew her hand back quickly and Brandon, surprised, turned the steering wheel a bit away from the cycle, but soon regained control. They looked back seeing Bryant holding an MK23, smoke coming from the just fired barrel. He placed it in a holster on his left side.
"Now behave." Bryant ordered the two as he looked back at the sky, keeping a watch on it.
...Quebec...
Timmons sighed and placed the syringe back in place, so it wouldn't be wasted. He stood and gripped on his pistol tightly, turning back to his comrades, shaking his head. Hudson looked down and Timmons shook his head back before turning again to watch behind. Then when Jones spoke, the three responded in unison: "Aye sir." Though it wasn't very enthusiastic, more sorrowful and grimly.
Patterson and Ross continued forward as the other four covered them. Finding a door just a few feet behind them, Ross pressed a button and the door flew open. Ross quickly went inside to check for any hostiles.
"Clear!" Ross yelled quickly.
"In here, men!" Patterson ordered and assisted in holding back the trigens as the men would retreat into the door. Once they were inside, Patterson would duck in and allow the door to close, thanks to Ross. Several dents would appear on the door as the trigens attempted to break through the heavy steel door.
"Stack the door!" Patterson would order pointing to some tables and desks. He and Ross would let go of their guns, the strap allowing their weapons to rest on their chest as they ran to a desk. Patterson and Ross would grab hold of a desk and move it in front of the door, then run to another table.