In the darkening hues cast by the falling night, the vibrant red and blue colors of Animus' suit stood out considerably as he skillfully hurtled through the air, unmindful of the many awe-inspired stares he attracted from the hordes of citizens lining the shaded streets below. Regardless of that, the whites of his signature crimson mask attentively remained trained forward. It wasn't important right now, or at the very least, not as important as getting home to get some rest. Calling it a night and allowing himself to relax for a bit more seemed to be the best way to allow his previous injuries at the hands of Kaligar, which had been sustained not too many days ago, to fully and thoroughly mend.
THWIP.
A most peculiar sound appeared to resonate as Animus lightly extended out his arm, middle fingers bent backwards as a narrow, colorless strand of an organic, sticky mesh fired from his wrist. His right hand tightened into a firm grasp around the web-like strand as it adhered to the middle-section of a brightly illuminated building up ahead.
How do I get that perfect am while I'm moving so fast?
His mouth spread into a almost childlike grin as he was swiftly heaved through the air, as though being pulled through the air by a rope. Chilly, sharpening air whipped across his face, eyes as he careened forward, throwing himself from the strand just in time to throw out his left hand to project another one. Akin to how the the previous had, it latched onto the edge of yet another structure, weightlessly heaving him through the air into a heavy landing upon the rooftop itself.
Home's not too far off... just a few more minutes, he thought, arms folding as his gaze darted across New York's metropolitan expanses.
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