Temujin staggers from Iason's blast, then deflects the table with one arm, and blasts the shotglasses, sending shards of glass everywhere.
"I doubt that," he tells Toni. "But I wasn't expecting backup quite so quickly..."
Around him, dozens of the people fleeing for the exit shimmer and suddenly look like Temujin, even as he leaps into a crowd of them, trying to mix himself in among the identical fleeing citizens.
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