Phantasm caught a glimpse of light reflecting off metal out of the corner of her eye, and glanced at the incoming knife, which abruptly stopped in place, hanging frozen in midair. Hydra examined the weapon, reading the one word message as his eyes shifted towards the spire and caught sight of the figure that appeared to have fell from it. "Commendable accuracy, at least." he commented as he calculated the distance between the rooftop and the distant spire. Crouching slightly, he launched himself off the roof, wings extending once more as he glided towards the spire.