"Not that one! The one in the black!" the Spaniard huffed, body spinning and mini tornado holding him aloft from the waist down. His white hair whipping back and forth in the wind he himself created as he waved to the left and directed Vertigo's attention to his intended target as 'shuriken' flung out from his body and into the screaming crowds behind him, hitting people indiscrimnately and without aim. Landing in flesh due only to the sheer number of projectiles. The screams of agony made Riptide smile.
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