Re: DAY ONE --Manhattan, OTAnyone in the area.
From just up the street the wind picked up. At first it was a thin thing, a light breeze, and then the environment itself seemed to change. A gale force gust raced past the two heroes as another pair of russians from further up the street.
A pissed off teenager, electricity crackling in her hands, followed along the winds and whipped her hands forward. Guttural screams in slavic accents could be heard as the men collapsed against a nearby building, falling and groaning as they attempted to move.
"Who's next?" 'Ro shouted, looking like a seething ball of rage right about then.