Dude, even Ethan has to admit his ass looks good in leather, even if it does chafe his... thighs. Yeah, his thighs, that's it.
"Alright." He moved away from her to the door. Poking his head outside, he checked to see if the coast was clear. "Let's move," he said a moment later. He led them down a series of hallways, every now and again having to step over bodies of dead guards - good riddance. He wasn't sure how many of them there were still lurking about.
But he was about to find some more. He held up his hand, signally for Brenna to wait. And then there was a buildup of energy around his hands just as he moved into the sight of the poor bastards. They didn't know what hit them as Ethan released the energy. Screams could be heard as the men fell to the ground. Ethan heaved a sigh, shaking his head. He still wasn't used to this, no matter how hard he had pushed himself in the Danger Room. His eyes flicked up to the lights above him, and he pulled some of that energy into himself, causing the lights to flicker on and off, something like a strobe light.