Torin's wings snap out--where they stay when he's transformed and looking like a human in spandex is a mystery, and they're actually looking more like energy projections than solid wings--and start flapping to help drive the cloud away. "It could serve as a smokescreen, should the need arise. Or perhaps riot control."

He looks down at the last pink battery he's holding. "I wonder what this one's going to do."

Unbeknownst to Torin, the drunken bum they'd accidentally scared off earlier had wandered back over to where the targets were...surely nothing could go wrong.