Remy had only planned to do a small bit of looting and then somehow he'd found himself locked inside crazy own. Which was fine...until crazy became apocalyptic insanity. He lounged on a fire escape, watching the mob with a frown. This was getting to be a bit much. "'ey, you maybe wanna stop wit' da-" he started, dropping to the ground as a bolt of electricity was thrown his way. "Hmm...fine. We don' talk den," he said, unfurling his staff, "Sacrificing people ain't gonna do nothing, but you can fight me if you so eager ta get hurt."