From his stopped position, the rider howls. Its a terrible, unearthly sound. At the banshee wail, everything glass around begins to shatter. Either he's figured out they're being watched, and the defenses coordinated, or its just a happy side effect of his anger.
Hellfire flowers out from each hand, beginning to warp metal as he only vaguely directs it towards not-Arcade. Right now, he has enough power to spare to take out a little of his anger.
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