"Are you telling me not to trash the place?" Jay's voice is light and laughing as he uses the jump line to slow his decent, surfing the loose gravel as he comes down the slope firing.

He jumps as he nears ground level, firing even as he flips through the air. He reaches back as he lets go of the line, pulling a sword from the sheath integral to his armour. Slashing with one hand and firing with the other, Jay hasn't had this much fun in years.