FM looked down on the rest of the city, dully looking about for something to do. Well, more like a few punks to mug. Hey, it technically wasn't theft if they were criminals, right?
His eyes were drawn to the current conflict, and while it didn't look like they would need his help--heck, who did in this town?--he certainly needed a nice diversion from his so-far boring day.
With a grin, he shut down his powers of flight, and the camopants-wearing young adult in the protective jacket plummeted earthward in a steep dive, hand outstretched and eyes narrowing as he concentrated. Seconds before hitting the ground, lift returned, stopping him just seconds from meeting a messy end on the pavement. Just as he stopped, he let loose with his mind, freezing one of the Mortificators approaching Neko, then quickly turned in midair.
"Up and down!" he shouted, and one of the thugs found himself being hoisted forcefully into the air, tossed high before gravity finally kicked back in and slammed him to the ground.
FM laughed, looking towards a small cluster of the Vahzilok.
"That never gets old," he remarked, fist glowing green as he proceeded to launch the infection at the bulk of them.
