"Who the hell are you?" The warlock's voice is amused, seemingly unperturbed by the sirens going off. "I have little time to deal with children's games of power, and I have no interest with the vanguard." He shoves his middle finger violently into the air towards you, a comic gesture compared to the event that follows. "[i]Move.[/i]" The air around you vibrates and takes on a purple haze, before exploding violently and stripping your shields. When your eyes refocus, you see the barrel of a handcannon blocking most of your view. [spoiler]no worries[/spoiler]