Neal stared at the new assailant who had appeared again in front of him, making the bike explode and sending him the burning debris. "Hahaha! That's supposed to be yours jackass!" He spread his arms out wide and howling ferocious winds sent the bike back at the man. The winds peeled off more tin roof sheets, felled large branches and snapped electric posts.

Neal dived for cover when his shoto unleashed some weird bullets. "It is such a shame. Your attacks were rather cliche." He spoke, each word bitterly. He was glancing in the man's direction with a smirk upon his face, as though he was waiting for him to jump forward and pull his eyes from his skull for speaking of him in such a way.