"D, gimme a timer-" Verbal so Locus knows the metric but that's all the warning he gets before York is sprinting for the building at the far end and holy fucking shit-

Learning to turn on dime is gonna be a bitch, probably. He tags the wall and sprints back, using the momentum to go for a long distance jump- just to see what kind of height and velocity he can swing. It's.

More than he'd thought. The landing isn't so much a landing as a stumble and roll to a stop in a laughing heap at Locus' feet. "Oh my god. This is the best thing ever."