Great Potential

High winds began picking up around the area. The high winds morphed into a tornado. Cross who was handling soldiers in The Gearhead could feel her power rising through the roof tops. Blood began dripping down his nose. " So is the power of a God, ah?" Perhaps this more than what we bargain for. He wiped the blood from his nose and generating magnetic energy around his hands. He placed his hands on the ground and grinned, causing a huge metal pipe to fall onto the incoming Industrial Elven soldiers. Cross stared at his hands and said: With this power, I can feel like no can touch me." Rider scoffed. Cross jumped through the roof of The Gearhead to oversee the entire battlefield. " The bloodshed is dying down." Only one more threat remains, excluding those Industrial Elfs." I am pretty sure we can work some deal out with them." Cross leaped in the air landing in front of Dionne, who was now using 70 percent of her power. Her size changed to 11 feet tall. " Hmm?" Who are you to date stand in my presence?" Cross didn't answer. " If you don't want to answer fine." You will be another blood stain under my foot."