[Espy]

Dante shoved one last time, did a neat somersault, and nearly rolled off the edge of the roof. Uwaaahh! ....That...was close, he thought as he swung his feet back on to the slanted tiles. He'd chained the motorcycle to a post, for fear of having it stolen, and finally found a ladder. Now much more lucid, he could "see" more clearly the edges of objects, and even more so the aura of stronger beings.

Time to scout out this city, he thought to himself rather wryly. Four years ago...his brother would have been here, with him. Maybe they'd have enjoyed the sunset, or just escaping from the hustle and bustle of a busy city...He could have seen everything, not just a blur of light colors in a sea of eternal darkness...

He shook his head. Now was not the time to be nostalgic. With that, he took the roofs of the city at a light run.