Rex's eyes widened in surprise as the fire bolt grazed one of his gauntlets and leapt back with a yelp, shaking his hand quickly to try and cool the metal. Sheesh, and Providence gave him a hard time about not paying attention. Figuring there was no point in arguing without getting hit by another wayward fire blast, Rex built out his jetpack, flying the perimeter of the fight where the guys in question had been scampering off.

Finally catching up to them he swooped, down, grabbing the back of one guy's shirt and rising again, scanning through the debris for the others.

"How many guys are there anyway?" He shouts back to Lina, still holding the struggling bank robber.