Continued from above
Rictor had needed a breather after his user of his powers. Sure he had done more dramatic things, but never that well controlled and contained. It had taken a good bit out of him, and he had slipped off for, of all things, a smoke. Star would not be pleased with him but he really did need it to steady himself after that focused a display of power. Cigarettes were easy enough to find and everyone seemed occupied and doing well enough with him. Not that he did nothing at all, a few well-aimed blasts and chunks of ceiling fell down on guards, knocking them out or damaging potential weapons. All done with a cig between his lips. Ric was priding himself on his multitasking tonight.
Ric was getting the very last bit of tobacco off his smoke when he saw a guard sneaking up on Lorna. The flash of a weapon caught his eyes, and Rictor sprang instinctively into motion. "SH--LOR--RRAH!" He was unable to quite get full words out as he lunged his body forward, his first instinct to tackle the man. It quickly became clear that he was not swift enough to cover the distance in time, so he improvised. Still sprinting forward, he thrust both hands out and shook the earth under the guard... hard. He was hoping to concentrate it enough to leave him in trouble without faltering Lorna's footing or concentration, but after his last effort, his control was not as sharp as he would have liked. He ended up stumbling himself, hitting the ground and hauling himself quickly up onto his elbows to try and see the state of his teammate, the spent cigarette butt falling away forgotten behind him.