It was a lot, and he'd only had them for a few months before he'd shown up in the hotel.
He dropped the branch on the ground and nodded at Din's request. He kept his glasses on for the time being since he wasn't being asked to bounce around anywhere, but still shut his eyes for a second. He felt slightly silly just punching at thin air, so he imagined that the Vulture was standing in front of him, goading him on about killing and eating the flyboys that had been sent down into Downtown after Miguel. After just a few brief seconds, Miguel didn't feel all that stupid any more as he swung a punch at that awful smirking face. And then he held that pose as he opened his eyes.