But you weren’t interested in them; you only cared about your targets. Your eyes settle on the now empty cage and discarded restraints surrounded by occupied storm beasts only just beginning to get a handle on the situation. You spy Tempest’s tail dart off down an alleyway, followed by the light of more lightning blasts beaming down said alleyway. Your instant reaction is to climb up the wall as fast as possible to get the height advantage on the escapees.