Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161224034213/@comment-26444332-20161224214205

Edacnik wrote: Ricky goes to a nearby coffee shop, taking it in.

He begins to contemplate. "Why are they fighting, who are they, how can I find who has these powers... Meh, that was all too much work. Why should I care what those idiots do? They can all rip eachother apart, it doesn't affect me." He looks around, then gets an mischievous smile.

Later that day, an red Ferrari with tinted windows is seen driving the streets in a hazardous manner. Asariel is standing high over the cityscape on a ledge, coat flapping in the brisk sea-wind, when he notices the Ferrari. He narrows his eyes.

'Color me crazy, but I don't think that's a normal car...' he murmurs, his bow appearing in his hands. He draws back an arrow, narrows his eyes, and fires.

Though the distance is well over a kilometer (the artificial island is nearly ten kilometers in diameter), the aim is spot-on: less than a second and the car will be struck.