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Shocked and stressed from being directly in front of the MCD building, combined with getting the full attention of the guys in front of him, the boy's power reacted, searching out for bugs to help him.
The closest place on this crowded street was a small group of moths, huddled under a nearby streetlight lamp. At the touch of his power, and the urgent need in his brain, they woke up, and flew out to him. His scalp prickled, and his gaze flickered to each of their eyes, directing the six moths to obstruct their gaze, one in each eye.
Then he spun around, ready to dash away, tripped over his own feet, and went sprawling over the sidewalk, scraping the palms of his hands over the rough surface.
((Oh, a late welcome to Genetic Destiny, Wyrm. It's been a while since we had a newcomer.))
((Just in case anyone forgot, it should currently be noon or so, and it's the same day for everyone.))