This was the time to shine. To show just how well he could work with Locus, in ways Taylor could never dream of. All the joking dropped aside, calculations were quickly made, and as the initial countdown began, he let himself settle in along the long spread of nerves. No fucking around, Locus. Just let me in. Trust me.

A tall order. But Taylor would be able to take him down out of the armor if necessary, surely.

The sim began, and Locus began to move. Reaction times? Shaved down to a fine point. He was hoisting himself up, balance perfectly poised as he made his way overhead, before positioning over his first target.

Here. Let me drive.

For a moment, it looks like he's suddenly passed out, arching back and falling from the beam...but a second later he's flipping about to land as graceful as a cat on his feet, absolutely silent, and in the next he's got the target's head between his hands, snapping its next and swiftly moving on to the next.