The vigilante crashes into the building across from me, although I let out a yelp,
"AGH!"
A electric-like pain shoots through my arm, centered on my shoulder. Blood gushes out of a wound and streams down at an alarming rate. Without thinking, I turn into fire to try and halt the bloodloss for a while, landing on the ground in a splatter of flames.
I reform myself, now next to the criminal.
My voice crackles, with sparks flying out of my mouth as I speak. "You've ... caused a bit of trouble here, eh? Last chance to stand dow; I have a friend on their way to the PRT and you'll be seeig a lot more capes than me pretty soo."
Earth turns around, noticing a woman in a... medical outfit behind him?
"Uh..." Earth makes a very concentrated effort to sound like a stereotypical macho-hero-type "Citizen! Please, er, direct yerse-" He drops the accent, "Look, Doc, I have a job to do, and my friends's over there. Gotta run".
He turns around and runs towards his teammate, noticing a familiar man knocked out of the crowd. He remembers being suplexed, and isn't very happy about it.
Wind reaches the PRT building. She runs through the doors, and yells:
"We got a situation!"
She details the location, and a short description on the vigilante she saw Fire chasing.