With Erin Blount suddenly bursting onto the scene with her traditional show-stopping verve, Rebound shifted slightly towards the back of the group. It didn't seem right to step into the spotlight when he'd missed the party after all ... and it gave him a second to try and tie up a loose end. Reaching into one of the pockets of his jacket, he produced a small blue disc with an angular "R" painted on one side, squeezing the edge between thumb and forefinger. While his eyes were pointed towards the camera, he shifting his weight a bit to put his body between the hand with the disc as he pulled it out of his pocket, closing his eyes behind the unmoving golden lenses of his mask.
Rebound was sure that at his full strength, Ragnar would be we outside of his range, but he was hurt, uncertain of his destination, and most importantly in the air. Even mystical forces had to generate kinetic force to push him through the air, and just by virtue of his weight, he was generating a lot more than the wind around him, meaning he was a bright, wobbling light against a black field to Rebound's kinetic senses. Of course, a steady flight path would've made the shot earlier, but Rebound was pretty sure that between the cape and the breast plate, Ragnar wouldn't feel the tracer hit him, so he didn't have to be
too subtle.
So, when Rebound snapped his fingers to flick the tracer through the air, there was a sharp crack like the tip of a whip breaking the sound barrier, a tiny flickering disc cutting its path through the air on an intercept course with a demigod. He wasn't going to follow the big guy too closely, but if his night turned into more than a boisterous bar crawl to rally his injured spirits, it'd be good to know
exactly where the cavalry was needed.
"Ms. Blount, may I call you Erin?" Rebound started, assuming his little display would draw eyes to him,
"I assure you, Heroes go where we are needed. The good people of Small Town have nothing to fear." he offered, seeing Small Fry and Shield Maiden stumble under her barrage fo questions.
"Unfortunately, this foul foe is need of real medical attention, as is his former hostage." he made a conciliatory bow of his head,
"If you could furnish us with a card, I think an interview can be arranged, one where all these details can be properly aired out. For the moment though, I think it best we make our flashiest departures...?" he let that final statement drift off into a question as he glanced back at the rest of the heroic quartet. It was, after all, their show, but he was getting pretty strong "unprepared" vibes from them.
OOC:
Incidentally, as a
Bouncing Kinetic Hero, would it be fair to assume I know a place where we can drop off Dr. Raines that he won't
immediately Science his way out of?