The road back to Cottbus was without any harms or threats.

It arrived not too long after. A long bus ride followed, in which Aiolos got a good view of the wilds from the highway. Large pines and other trees beyond the road, from which occasionally a bird flew into the air.

About halfway to Berlin, one of the passengers stood up, walking to the front. Aiolos instincts told him something was wrong about this person, but he didn't have a sharp enough eye to see why.

It turned to be impossible to actually point his hand at the suspicious passenger. Not without having any spell fire right through innocent bystanders.
The passenger approached the driver, finally revealing what was going on. Drawing from his trenchcoat came out a sawed off shotgun, pointing it to the head of the driver before turning around to the rest of the passengers. As his fingers pulled back the bolt of the double-barrel, he spoke up to the people.

"Hands in the air, everyone!"

Though Aiolos was in a precarious situation to turn his head, he could hear someone behind him in the bus also stand up and pull back a bolt of what sounded like a rifle, or some other kind of (semi) automatic weapon. It was hard to tell, but it certainly wasn't the kind of trigger a pistol or old shotgun would use, considering it audibly pulled back into position.

"Do it fast!"

The civilians present immediately reacted shocked, some screaming and taking some time to raise their hands. Chaos arose for but a moment, but with a quick hit from whoever was behind Aiolos, audible by the sound of wood hitting the back of someone's head, made order arise once more. "Shut the fuck up!"

The man in the front took out a phone in his other hand, and dialed a number before taking it to his ear. "We have taken a bus and all its passengers hostage on the cottbus-berlin highway and are demanding five million euro in cash." Then hung up, leaving whatever poor first responder on the other side of the line dumbfounded. "Stop the bus!"

The bus slowed to the side of the road.

a hand grabbed the back of Aiolos' collar, pulling him back against the seat he was on as the other hostage taker turned over and got up to his face, holding an AK-74 in his right hand while grabbing Aiolos by the throat with his left. "What's so fucking difficult about KEEPING YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT!" The barrel of the AK-74u pushed against his forehead, while the spit of the hostage taker's angered breath splattered his face. A thick, curly black beard, not quite long, donned on a pink skin. Large lower canines protruded from the jaw, over the upper lips. The bones of the brow had the same pronounced structure.

The Orc's head burst apart like a firecracker, causing his body to fall back into the walkway. A delayed impulse from his now obliterated brain caused his AK-74u to go off in full automatic, the first few shots firing just inches away from Aiolos' ear, causing his left ear to go completely numb and his head to go dizzy. The rest of the bullets flew up into the ceiling, only then to be sent into seats behind Aiolos. He could hear the screams of people being caught in the crossfire.

His fireflies and falcons deployed themselves, but seemed... Off. The fire they were covered in seemed to be flashing, rapidly changing between having a bright fire and none at all. The order that Aiolos gave - to disarm and distract the hostage taker - were ignored. They flew, straight forward, all at once. some impacting on the hostage takers while others just dissipated into the air. But with each impact on the hostage taker, he was pushed back and hurt severely. Regardless of the hurt, the hostage taker fired both his shots into the seats in front of Aiolos.

Aiolos had not hurt him. The pellets of the spread shot came through just a few parts of the seats. Small holes through the seats that were followed by a trickle of blood.

(I'm gonna take out that second magic burst. Too many actions in one go)