"You send a message if you want. As long as something is being destroyed, I could not care less."
News helicopters were already buzzing about the waterfront, heading towards the ruins of the island.
Let's see...four of them? That seems low. Oh well.
Samil's eyes began to glow a little brighter as he focused on the helicopters.
All four of the choppers came to a sudden halt as Samil took control of them. The rotors remained spinning, and two of the pilots were thinking quickly enough to try and increase the power, making the rotors spin even faster.
With an enormous grin, Samil picked the crews out of the choppers and lifted them above the spinning blades.
"I never liked these assholes. Always circling news events like vultures," he muttered to himself.
At that, he dropped every person from his grasp, letting them fall into the assorted rotors.
He then linked two of the helicopters together, landing skids locking them in place, and flung them, spinning, onto a street below.
Relinquishing his hold on the pair of interlaced vehicles, he watched as they spun in circles, cut people in half, ruined several buildings, and then exploding in unison after colliding with a gas trucker.
The last two he launched into apartment blocks, igniting them nearly instantly.
