“My best quality,” Juzo laughed, jumping up into the air and catching the disc that had been coming back towards him. He landed in a crouch, and with a slight turn of his neck, caught movement in the corner of his high. Using his prosthetics, he vaulted off the ground, the disc that was coming at him zipping through the air beneath him. He landed yet again, his legs clanking on the ground. He waggled a finger at Heather, as if to signify that it was a nice try.<br/><br/>He dragged the disc back magnetically, so it wouldn’t land on some unfortunate bystander on the road beneath. When the disc hit his magnetic open palm, he fanned himself with both of them. He liked these discs so far. “I mean, you’re smart. I bet you could put, like, C4 in this. A tiny bit, and it would just go boom. How heavy can explosives be?” he said with a smile. While he had no idea how the mechanisms that Heather made worked, he knew he had seen her make some pretty incredible things.<br/><br/>Returning to the task at hand, Juzo flung one of his discs at the drone. It hit it, but didn’t hit it exactly square. It angled sharply back towards him, and he ducked. It impaled itself into the stone on top of the roof. “Oops,” he yelped. He jogged over to the edge of the roof, where the disc was firmly lodged. He bent down and tried to pull it, and then stopped. “Yo, H, get a load of these sick wheels,” he called, pointing down towards the street. Some dude had excellent taste in motorcycles.