Wind Power

Luna knew that Jake wouldn't stop talking once he got started. She held up her hands and pressed her finger to her thumb.

"Aaaand...flick!"

Luna sent a powerful gust of wind towards Jake with the flick of a finger. As she predicted, the **** blew all of Jake's weapons and clothes off, scattering them around the lobby. The women in the room "ooed" and whistled at Jake's exposed member and buttocks. Luna herself smiled at the sight; she thought Jake would make a great nudist.

Jake reacted in shock at the windy attack. He slowly looked down at himself before screaming in fear and covering himself with his hands. "What the fuck?! Why do you keep doing that to me, you pervert?!"

He raced out the back door to the alley behind the bank. The hostages slowly rose to their feet and applauded Luna for the rescue. More whistles from the male hostages were among the cheering crowd. Luna smiled and waved at everyone. It felt good to be appreciated.

She couldn't help but glance towards the exit that Jake had fled through. As entertaining as his defeats were, Luna felt a little sorry for him and wondered why he was so dead set on being a villain. She considered flying after him. Maybe he'd be willing to talk.