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"Ooh, lovely. I get toys to play with as well as a fireworks show!" Jack's grin could've split his face ear to ear. But there was something else in his expression that one would have to know the psychotic man deeply to know. His eyes were empty of emotion.

Jack wasn't here for fun. He was venting.

Crimson Gate.

All at once, three things changed about Jack. Firstly and most notably, A wave of crimson flooded into the air surrounding him, an electrical field that literally ignited a fine, continuous aura of harmless plasma around him. Second, his speed, which had been a steady 50 m.p.h., accelerated to nearly 200 in a tenth of a second. And third, that blur of black hair, pale skin, and red coat started bleeding lightning. Bolts crackled and snapped from him, striking and charging up everything metal he passed as he weaved back and forth through the hail of fire like a ballistic missile from hell. In his wake was a lightning storm as the charged objects threw their bolts out after the organic charger and battery in nigh vein attempts to re-enter his magnetic field. The duffel bag had been dumped, its contents too volatile to keep on his person in this state. Out came his signature sword, which flashed in a almost imperceptible blur as he reached the police lines.

Pulse blasts hit full second after he'd evacuated the area, and his path back and forth in the police lines was a stream of flickering black metal, the jagged, horrific side of Maul's Edge getting put to work shredding armor and flesh with the far inhuman strength Jack possessed. His other hand might as well have been a talon and a hammer, slamming into faces, hooking and tearing at throats, grasping and flinging bodies like toys. Surging lightning rippled around him in a continuous flow like a second armor, and everywhere he went, the crimson glow of his gate technique followed, vastly increasing his movement, and as such, multiplying the electricity his movements produced by a magnitude.

He changed directions suddenly, flipping from the press to land further down the street towards the spaceport, pausing for only a half second. A half second in which he discharged nearly a full 300 gigawatts of electricity in the form of dozens of bolts of full strength, full speed, lightning. Albeit with one critical different.

These bolts traded down volts to reach 10 amps a piece. It only takes 0.065 amps to kill a man, but Jack didn't have the concept of the term overkill, and he didn't bothered to specifically target with that level. He just aimed for the first 40 odd men, woman, and machines he saw lining up guns at him and let rip.

Then promptly boiling down the street for the spaceport, an easy target visually, but in the targeting systems of most weapons, they might as well be looking into a white globe almost 50ft in diameter. The second purpose of the Crimson Gate, flooding enough ambient energy into the air to disrupt advanced targeting, cause seeker missiles to go haywire, and energy bolts to diffuse and actually add their power to the field.

The fact that none of them had so much as winged Jack with a projectile yet was unsurprising. And Jack was savoring that surprise for when they actually did manage to tag him. As he began to clock over 200m.p.h., he thought about the gunships, and his answer to them. Just a little closer terrain is all.