In the same instant, a bolt of like speared down the street, an invisible blade thrusting forward in tune with its owner. He wore the same face as the mechanic Weller had spoken to before, but the expression he kept was considerably less friendly. Beasts thrown in all directions, a burst of highly pressurized wind speared out to separate beasts from innocents. Arthur settled, leveling his sword as he scoped out the area, looking for who he needed to help first.

Dressed in a suit, he didn't look the part of any usual bystander.