Antony was beginning to understand something about this group that he had come in search of for the past fer weeks. It was one thing to be sure of yourself, but it was a totally different thing to know of you group and not be surprised of strange new faces.
The Witch who was more commonly known by the others as Sam was more of an outspoken leader and that was what Antony picked up on the moment he saw her. Her manner of speaking to others and openly speaking of the other members was what she was all too willing to do it seemed and she was confident in their abilities.He took one look at the man that called him a hobo and knew where the man was coming from, but the man didn't seem like much to the naked eye. He possessed more of a streetwise smart ass look then anything else and it was obvious that he was basing this analogy off his own idea of judgement.
His eyes almost instantly took to the attention of the neon green haired girl sitting near Sam, Mercy being her name. She was looking at him for more then a few moments and it was easy to tell that she was trying to understand why he was looking like the way he was. The girl had a damn gas mask on and she was surprised to see the way he looked. Though he could understand, not many could look past the way he appeared and it was not a simple answer to say why he did appear as such. It just felt like the way he should appear, because it always felt right and this is the form he took when his gift manifested.
The moment barely passed for him to stare at the young girl Mercy, before the other louder one stood and told the others to not even speak to her or she would fry them. Antony didn't pay her much mind, fire was not a real worry for him when it came down to it anyway. He gave Mercy one final look before giving her a slight wink as a slow moment began to pass.
Then as the moment was over a large section of thick plastic table was parading through his vision as if to shout for his attention.
It bowled over and passed in between him and the back of Sam's seat, it cascaded over several other sets of tables before splintering against the distant wall. He looked back at the excessively large man just as he was throwing several tables with one swing of his muscled arm. Antony could count the seconds in slow motion before one collided with his face and promptly burst into several smaller shards. He pulled back on his arm, feeling the tension gather in his own sinew before a gunshot echoed out scattering the few civilians that hadn't started fleeing from what was already transpiring. Antony continued his slow tread of speed as the man turned towards the leather clad man named Grant.
This was followed shortly by more crashing as the large man moved about like a crazed juggernaut, with no direction or real focus to his rage. This as well preceded the triggering of the fire alarm, which in turn opened the sprinkler system on the whole food court. Antony looked down on the floor only a few yards from him was the thin man with his laptop, for a moment they caught each others eyes and Antony grinned back with his sharp fangs in protrusion. At least he could see now why the young man carried all that stuff with him. After braking the glance he continued to advance on the hulking goliath who even now was still smashing and throwing everything he could get his meaty hands on. Which meant every so often something would come Antony's way, but this time he would simply bat the object away with almost as little effort the one doing the tossing.
The fiery young girl Eureka tried her hand as well, attacking the man to take him down, but her attacks were like his. Unfocused and out of place. His strength and resolve proved to overpower her swordplay either way as he forced her off and back from his position. The came a saving grace for the young woman, Seeing as Luke managed to turn off the water she was more then happy to throw a blaze of fireballs at his person. Only several salvos were fired before she pulled away from her attack and opted to bask in what she thought she had accomplished. He soon made her regret dropping her guard, leaving her to prepare for another strike.
It was then that another player, not yet seen appeared.
This one was strange to Antony because she had a strong distinct smell about her that reminded him of cobblestone and mortar. She had a look on her face that was not all too happy with the way things had escalated, her hair and clothes still dripped with the moisture of the pipes and there was even a small glint of water on the tip of her nose. Which at the moment was creased up into a point do to her angered facial expression. Antony was still slowly approaching as she did her thing on the man, it seemed as though she possessed a gift on a level of the metaphysical. She was forcing his body to act under the control of a almost non understandable presence. Antony's eyes could barely pick up the faint almost sapphire glow that lined his joints as he moved against his own will and the his throat was slowly constricted.
Antony reached the base of his heels as the man released his own words, a rather weak and pathetic apology for one so strong. Antony looked up at the woman who showed at the last moment and spoke..
"Interesting.." He said as he began to walk around the scorched and tattered hulk of a man, kicking aside small shreds of the mans slightly intact leggings.
"I would not have imagined to see such splendid things on my first day." He gave the mans forearm a swift kick and only got a small response from him, proving that his body may have been strong or his constitution was deep. But not much can conquer the need to breath as it were put straight here today.
Antony looked around at their surroundings, several holes and torn sections of building were still slowly crumbling after the rampage, but what remained of the water was being removed through the drains located along the floor.
He pulled up a chair that managed to get toppled during the exchange and set himself down with his feet at pointed towards the brute.
"I can see that coming here was not a waste of my time.." He looked up at Sam and the others as they were already regaining their composure.
"Oh.. yes.. Where are my manners?"
"My name is Antony.. Antony Tangent.. and it is a pleasure to meet you all." Though his voice was deep and strangely textured it was obvious there was a mind behind it as he spoke cleanly and calmly for all of them to hear.