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The low strum of a bass guitar echoed low and foreboding as a snare set up an ominous 100 beats per minute and accompanying top hat symbols clattered in time with the rise and fall of LoQuinn's heel. A blaring guitar riff and then his ears exploded into the finest death metal the country of Sweden had to offer. It served two purposes, getting LoQuinn in the mood for a fight, and letting him know when Storm's Eye showed up.

He looked down at his orders, the jotted notes he'd taken after briskly being told that he'd be under surveillance to get 'a summary of his abilities in a real situation'. Though it was rather nice that not only had they been expecting the villain to show up (and how could he not?) but that they'd been so gracious as to offer him the first crack. Either way it gave him time to sit tight and wait on a roof top for the bad guy to show. LoQuinn's target wasn't difficult to spot, not by a long shot. The vague description being a guy destroying what was around him seemed to be filled out to a 'T' as Storm's Eye was carving a swath of destruction.

"Game time." he said with a flurry of nerves before crouching low and shifting his vantage point. He hated cities, their concrete and asphalt were for the time being the bane of his existence. His ear pieces still emitted the growling rage into his ears. He'd not found his opponent's range just yet.

The sound from his MP3 player was becoming less than deafening. A real pity because LoQuinn liked this song. With a casual brush of his hand the ear pieces came out and he set the device down on the ground. He had himself a range, and an opponent below who had yet to notice him. Closing his left hand he leveled it at the ground beneath Storm's Eye's feet. His concentration narrowing so that only that section of street mattered. It was his 'world', his 'universe', his very being.

His power coiled in his arm locking on to all that was familiar in substance to himself. The limestone that had been mixed into the concrete comprised approximately 70% of the overall mixture the rest fought his control, blatantly ignoring his unspoken words. Rolling his arm at the shoulder it placed the palm of his hand facing upwards setting a destination in his mind.

And then he pushed. Forced all that power through to the concrete, that energy locked in formations of minerals. Storm's Eye wouldn't hear the screams of the man made ground beneath his feet as it exploded, shooting a shrapnel of force-compressed debris into his feet and legs.

LoQuinn was on the move the moment after the 3"x3" section of street had exploded. Heading for the fire escape that had already been lowered in preparation for Storm's Eye's arrival.

LoQuinn glanced back as he got onto the fire escape. Nothing. Not a goddamn thing had happened. Well... he'd shifted him a bit in the air but that was all. More regrettably he wasn't expending any more energy. LoQuinn hurried down the fire escape hoping to use the time it took Storm's Eye to realize that a second attack wasn't going to come in order to do the next best thing LoQuinn knew how to do. Destroy s**t.

Hesitating before he dropped down the last escape ladder he knew that cement didn't go down forever. He bend at the waist, spreading his legs and leveling his upper body at the ground beneath him. Focusing his power into his hands again he punched, straight down into the cement causing it to crack and shatter as it had seconds before. This time proximity made the hits harder. The grating under his feet would offer him some decent protection from the shrapnel and he was wearing goggles. He hoped he could get to something usable before Storm's Eye wondered what all the commotion coming from the alley way was all about. If nothing else it would give those who were awestruck some time to get their senses and flee.

Sweet earth, he'd found it at last. He Drew it up and like a bubbling spring large chunks of rock rose to the surface. Once his mind had it's limit he levitated them around his arms as if donning a suit of armor. It would put something between him and his opponent and it gave him an incredibly formidable appearance. He heard noise from the street which was good news. It meant that at the very least his opponent had stopped muting things, at least that's what LoQuinn hoped was the case. If someone up and disappeared for a time he figured it best to understand the capabilities for increases in power.

He turned and walked briskly out of the alley his eyes searching for the man he'd been charged with capturing, subduing, killing? Stopping at any rate. They hadn't exactly been clear on the details as to how to go about capturing him just a place, a time, a target.

Like before it wasn't hard to find a man who easily parted crowds. They could be a perfect cover for anyone looking for an escape but when people ran screaming it was pretty hard to miss.

"HEY!" LoQuinn called out shifting his left arm forward as though to point him out again. The power was all around him, his mind focusing on keeping the shape of the stones around his arms while he readied to respond. "Come in peacefully and you won't be harmed."

LoQuinn watched as Storm's Eye continued to run. There was ambient noise but where he was located had been more or less cleared. So either Storm's Eye hadn't heard or wasn't listening and LoQuinn's chips were on the latter. The very first idea that came into LoQuinn's mind was to fire off the stone coating like a cannon at his foe, effectively ending the fight in a single action and limiting the damage. However that would put the crowd in a direct path of the speeding stone which wasn't a possibility.

He tried to focus on where Storm's Eye was located, but the cement wasn't giving him much more to work with than "Theres a lot of people". Instead he followed his target with his eyes allowing the man to disappear into the department store. At least he was away from the public. Curse 'the public' they just got in the way of things and made it more likely for unacceptable collateral damage. That was when it finally dawned on him.

His arms moved high above his head and he brought them down with terrible force. The resulting crash of rock on concrete couldn't have been missed. If the sound wasn't obvious the tremor through the ground was enough to give it away. In the back of his mind he remembered being told to keep the damage to a minimum. Better than par he thought, almost looking forward to being chewed out by Charles during his debriefing. As long as he kept himself restrained enough to not kill someone he could live with it. Things could be replaced, lives couldn't and so far no one had even been hurt.

"LISTEN UP! CLEAR THE STREET!" He bellowed as loud as his lungs could possibly muster. He figured that a good number of people would continue to run even if they hadn't heard him. It was geared to those stragglers who perhaps wanted to watch two Evolveds go at it. LoQuinn lifted his stone armored arms up from the impact craters they'd left and headed after Storm's Eye.

How silly of Stormy to take up residence inside a building, I might be a 'good guy' but thats no guarantee I wouldn't just level it with him inside. Storm's Eye was definitely taking his life into his hands by putting tons of collapse-able materials above his head. If he'd been someone of less character the thought of simply demolishing the base with everyone inside would have been tempting.

LoQuinn could see the air ripple around Storm's Eye, his sonic attack moving quite literally at the speed of sound. It was visible but it gave him virtually no time to react. He brought his hands up in attempt to block but found no resistance, no concussive force against his stone coated arms. Instead it came from the side, Storms Eye had missed, and it appeared it had been on purpose. The man had control of his abilities, to a better degree than LoQuinn, it wasn't an accident.

It was time for his very own show of power. His hands opened forming a triangle with his index fingers and thumbs. He centered the hand-focus on his chest keeping it approximately two fist lengths from his heart. His mind was already channeling his powers, shifting the rock into a denser mass though unseen from a spectator view. In effect what coated his arms was now beginning to hollow.

"You know that this is the end right? Thats why you've come here. You know that you've drawn too much attention to yourself. The cameras and all that other minor s**t you pulled. THEY got wise to you and they know where you are, it's why they sent me. Take a second to think about it. Where were the cops? Why would they only send one Super if more were needed? I'm giving you the opportunity's right now to make a choice. You can come quietly, or you can put up a fight and make me show you why they only needed to send me."

Of all the bluffs he'd ever made this was by far the riskiest. Though he was prepared to react should his opponent attack during his speech. Sometimes talking a big fight meant you didn't have to go through with it. LoQuinn Sumert hoped that this was one of those times.

s**t! LoQuinn's mind reacted, flinched even, as he saw the air 'throb' as another sonic blast was fired from Storm's Eye. The triangle formed by his hands thrust out away from the core of his body as he threw the stone forward with all of his might. A focused mass of minerals, superdense despite appearances. To call it a cannon ball would have done the missile a great disservice. The size of LoQuinn's head, it carried all 140lbs of material he'd dredged from the earth. A simple sound barrier wouldn't deflect it like the concrete shards before. Storm's Eye's power had shown itself to require a 'charge' of sorts and even then he didn't appear to have the finesse to match the harmonics needed to break LoQuinn's stone.

As the sound blast hit the ceiling LoQuinn was already moving... backwards. The pressure against his body from his own attack sent him flying, the beauty of physics in action. The kinetic force of firing his body weight in stone with speed the distance he did superseded his own hold on the ground. And like a wire-fu acrobat he traveled a solid twenty feet, crashing through a display and came to rest halfway propped up in a jewelry case amidst shards of broken glass. He muttered thanks to the leather gods for his jacket as he attempted to suck breath back into his lungs. Needless to say he didn't get up, rather he kept his focus on Storm's Eye, ready to roll out of his 'bench seat' should his attack miraculously fail and be followed up by another sonic shot.