Akira was very glad to be what he was. Werewolves were built to be very fast for their size, and he had a processing speed able to cope with that intense rate of movement. He studied various paths of travel as he moved, gradually whittling them down as Namur set his position, getting in sync with him.

"Got it!" he barked, planting his feet perfectly for a launch, "Put your back into it!"

As Namur released, Akira sprung off as well, sending up along Jones. It wasn't high enough to reach the head, but it gave him a good start. He winced as he felt the miasma trying to eat at him. Luckily his regeneration was fast enough to cope.

"You comin' up after me?"