Watch me. [ His arm points straight up above his head and the sky almost splits with the echo of its discharge. The crowd scrambles away as the people panic. It's a wonder no one got trampled, really.
--but after a moment, a breeze kicks up. Soft at first, seeming to come from everywhere at once. Then, as he lowers his arm and instead tilts his chin upward, the wind gets stronger and it's obvious that it's coming from straight up.
A looming black-and-red silhouette hovered overheard, outlined by the light of the moon. The shape was many stories tall; humanoid, save for a glowing eyes and the gentle scattered of glittering red particles in its wake.