Hop. Skip. Another hop. Land. The man had taken to skipping and hopping down the stairs as glee filled his entire body. Occasionally he had encountered the random passerby who had tried to help him, but a small explosion dealt with him just as well. As blood and carnage flew through the air, he heard the strangest sound behind him.
...Running? Someone was running towards him? Well that was foolish. He turned around just in time to see the person approaching him. His grip on his fedora tightened as he smiled.
"Well, well," he said, greeting the hooded newcomer. "Rather foolhardy to come charging into an exploding tower like that, wouldn't you say? People are dying here, you know!"