He never needs that much time anymore. ... A few more seconds would have been appreciated, but it is what it is. As soon as the word "vents" finishes, he's out and moving, reaching down and scooping up rock with each step.

The gunmen will find themselves treated to a display of lightning running in random patterns on the rooftop for a little while. ... Before the rocks start flying. Small and not normally packing much punch to them.

But right now the speed they're traveling is measured in three digits.