The first car came flying out of the air and shattered the wall of glass, making every alarm in the dealership begin to scream.  The car alarms included.
  The figure padded in, and threw the dark blue Porsche convertible out, smashing out another window and destroying it and another car too.

A streak of Red and gold flew towards the Dealership stopping right in front of the building. "You get one chance to stand down before I bring on the Hurt!"

  His answer was a flying black Porsche convertible with all black leather interior, with the top down.  A rippling basso laugh accompanied that, and the figure stalked deeper into the building, smashing through a doorway.

Ex grunted as he put both hands to catch the car as it crumpled in his hands. Tossing it aside Ex heads in through the broken window following the figure.

  The walls were getting really beaten up, and he'd entered the mechanics bays.  Ex arrived in time to see a Porsche go sailing through one of the corrugated steel garage doors like it was wet cardboard.  People covet these excuses for armored chariots?

"The computers! I didn't back them up!" Iris protested as they appeared at the dealership. Luckily, she had used her superspeed to collect her belongings before they were teleported, so she wasn't entirely hopeless. She was entirely out of costume, but with superspeed she could change in public... in an almost Sailor Moon-like haze of color.

>>>>>>>>>From the NAD HQ>>>>>>>>>

Icepick wasn't quite prepared for the teleport, as they emerged in the dealership.

"Whoa...please warn someone before you do that. OK...what's happenin'?" he said, an icy aura forming over both of his hands.

  The smashed in (and out) windows and flipped and crushed cars (as well as howling car alarms) were a clear sign SOMETHING was happening here!!

Disoriented by the teleport, as well as by the howling reminder in his ears that something was disturbing the celestial Symphony in this area, Rodger took a few seconds to get his bearings and start to look around for who was causing trouble. And to count noses to be sure they hadn't left anyone behind.

Painter was ready to rock as soon as the teleport spell was through, and he dashed towards the dealership as quickly as was safe with the earth shaking like it was. As he ran, a rune shield formed on his left arm, ready to block any sudden attacks. He barely even lost a step when...

... Oswald the Elder 'ported in near him, a stern look on his face.

"You're here?! Oswald, I cannot... oh, there is no point in arguing about this, nor is there any time. Come on, Oswald, let us see if we cannot aid these holy warriors in their duty."

With that, Oswald the Elder began moving quickly towards the center of the destruction as well, though he was not so swift as his grandson was.

>>>>>>From The NAD HQ>>>>>>>>>>

The teleport was quick, and unexpected. But Lucas had a vague idea of who these holy warriors were.

Now, using his newfound abilities, Lucas entered into an alert trance, sensing the chi around him.

From N.A.D.s Headquarters

Key wasn't sure if he was supposed to have been teleported with the others but he had been touching Ozzy when the spell went off and his unique abilities made him prone to be included in those sort of things. However he wasn't really thinking about that. With the wailing of the alarms and everyone shouting and running he was trying to wake Gate up. They didn't ussually switch this often and Gate had just gone through a fairly tramatic experience but Key knew he'd want to be in charge during whatever was happening.

Ex follows inside the building before the others appear. He then turns on the speed and attempts to tackle the figure.

The woman motions at two of her underlings. A large man holding an axe takes up sentinale outside the door while a slim woman with a sniper rifle takes cover. The two remaing a man with two short sowrds a man with dual pistols and a soan with a longsowrd and crosspainted shield. "YOur comrade is already fighting inside we must hurry and put an end to the dark one before he has a chance to reach his true power" ANd with that she ran into the buiolding.

  He found himself nose to nose with  . . . . Andy??!!  It looked like him . . . until 'Andy' smashed his face into Ex's with a savage and joyous grin, his eyes a blazing scarlet that was definitely NOT normal!

Lucas looked and saw the devastation on the inside. Whatever this was, this was more powerful than possibly anyone here, including Excelsior. He had wondered if now would be the time to put to the test what he had learned in the armor.

Weston was in danger. There was no choice. It was now time to unleash the power of the Elements...the power of the Dragon...the power of the Champion of Light.

Putting his hand over his heart like every other time, Lucas once again summoned the armor that made him Dragon Fist. Though this time there was something new to it...in fact, it nearly resembled the armor he wore when he wielded the power of Excel so long ago.

The entire suit of armor was a dark blue, with epaulets from traditional ancient Chinese armor, both of them bearing upward fists in a circle as a symbol. On the chest was a dragon's head symbol with a forward facing fist in the middle of it. The upper body contained a dragon-head shaped helmet down to the nose, and the rest was covered with a silver full face mask, and eye holes which glowed with azure energy.

Not the least of which was the set of dual draconic wings which came out of his back.

Without a word, to anyone, Dragon Fist took to the air and swooped to the inside. Ready to take the fight to this enemy.

Hunter kept pace with the holy warrior with the dual pistols. "GOt anything extra?" He asks before the man grabs the shotgun strapped to his back and tosses ti to Hunter. "Blessed Mossberg be careful holy ammunitions expensive."

Trying to make sense of what was going on, and still unsure whether there were any car salesmen or customers needing to be rescued from the already existing wreckage, Rodger suddenly found himself with another complication.

One of the demons - the sallow-skinned one - suddenly opened up communications with him in his head.

  Unfortunately, Ex came FLYING back out, and not under his own power.  Slamming into Dragon Fist and slamming them both into yet another Porsche, destroying it in the process. The deep, booming bass laughter following as that figure snarled I am not so easily defeated, Mortals!!

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Dragon Fist felt Excelsior's impact on him as they slammed into the Porsche. He was a little slow to get up, but his determination would not be denied.

Standing to his feet, he began to focus himself and his vision on the monster that stood before him. Now tapping into the power of Air, he would now be able to see when the monster would strike, and then use the power of Fire to counterattack.

Hunter dashed into the room shotgun in hand rolling behind a Porsche and holding that position for a moment before leaping over the car towards Andy firing the Blessed Mossberg repeatedly.

  He ROARED!!  OH the anger at the fresh reminder of what pain was.  Thrusting one hand out toward the heroes, lightning of a deep bloody red crackled over his body, and then shot out, striking two of the fellows who had come along with Janice.  Leaving their still-twitching, fried bodies to twitch on the floor, smoke rising from their flesh.  Black blood splattering every-which-way.