[Soma nods, then puts deeds to words. He stands from behind the car they've ducked behind and starts walking forward, hands raised.] For God's sake, stop shooting. Do you people not even think about your methods?

[There's a faint heat shimmer aura around him, which Marc might just be able to spot as he moves forward toward the goons. If they choose to shoot at him, their bullets aren't going to do much good.

Of course, if they decide to try good old blunt force trauma, that's a different story.]

I'm giving you a three count to put the guns down, or this gets painful. One...