[With his focus mainly on the fighters he's paying less attention to Endo. All of this is one big pain in the ass. He wants to go home and take a nap, because he doesn't see anyone here he can safely fight. That means any violent urges he might be having from years of a shitty, violent life need to get buried in favour of being responsible.
This time he doesn't look over at Endo.]
Shut up.
[He's right. He needs to do something about this. It's annoying, but as the strongest esper he feels obligated to stop these dumbasses. Clicking his tongue, Accelerator hauls himself to his feet. If he's going to do this, then he may as well do it properly.
'Properly' meaning 'extra as hell,' because an absolutely unhinged grin is lighting up his face and he's stomping a foot on the parapet as four small tornadoes explode from his back like windy wings. If the booming noise doesn't get their attention he's still rolling the rocks around in his palm, tossing one into the air once more before flicking it at the nearest fighter. It speeds diagonally downwards like a bullet, nailing him on the leg and sending him toppling over with a surprised yelp.]
Listen up, you fucks!
[Is he altering the vectors of his voice's soundwaves to make sure it travels all the way down there? Yes, yes he is. And he's flicking more stones at any gang members who weren't smart enough to stop fighting, disabling shots instead of killing ones. There's a moment where he debates pulling together some thunderclouds and calling down a few lightning strikes but he holds off for the moment, not because it'd be too over the top, but because these are normal kids and it could be too dangerous for them.]
Unless you shitty third-strings got a death wish then go home! 'Cause if you don't you're gonna be dealing with me, and I'm starting to feel bored!
[There. That's usually enough to send normal humans running, and scaring the hell out of people is at least a little fun, so he'll let himself have this.]
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This time he doesn't look over at Endo.]
Shut up.
[He's right. He needs to do something about this. It's annoying, but as the strongest esper he feels obligated to stop these dumbasses. Clicking his tongue, Accelerator hauls himself to his feet. If he's going to do this, then he may as well do it properly.
'Properly' meaning 'extra as hell,' because an absolutely unhinged grin is lighting up his face and he's stomping a foot on the parapet as four small tornadoes explode from his back like windy wings. If the booming noise doesn't get their attention he's still rolling the rocks around in his palm, tossing one into the air once more before flicking it at the nearest fighter. It speeds diagonally downwards like a bullet, nailing him on the leg and sending him toppling over with a surprised yelp.]
Listen up, you fucks!
[Is he altering the vectors of his voice's soundwaves to make sure it travels all the way down there? Yes, yes he is. And he's flicking more stones at any gang members who weren't smart enough to stop fighting, disabling shots instead of killing ones. There's a moment where he debates pulling together some thunderclouds and calling down a few lightning strikes but he holds off for the moment, not because it'd be too over the top, but because these are normal kids and it could be too dangerous for them.]
Unless you shitty third-strings got a death wish then go home! 'Cause if you don't you're gonna be dealing with me, and I'm starting to feel bored!
[There. That's usually enough to send normal humans running, and scaring the hell out of people is at least a little fun, so he'll let himself have this.]