Smoke = Best Distraction

The people inside the auction house couldn't help but jump in fright as a message resounded. 

"To the terrorists inside, you guys are surrounded. Surrender now or face this City's wrath!"

Wait, terrorists?! At this instant, the relatively harmless black smoke filling the place turned into a biochemical weapon in their eyes. The rotten-egg sulfur smell did nothing to convince them otherwise either. 

If before many visitors had been panicking, they became full-blown hysteric. Meanwhile, Josh was standing there wondering how the hell this had all happened so fast. 

He had just eaten a material that felt somewhat familiar to him. It was the same feeling he had felt back when old man Iron had left him swimming in the Spirit of Metal. As for what it did concretely? He had no damn clue!