"...Too bright..." Matt's not the only one who's been rattled by that fight. What he means is the light from the explosion, which still has his already-photo-sensitive eyes seeing spots. Their progress comes to a lurching pause, one open talon taking a glance around at the corner. Their cameras are better than his own eyes even on the best of days, which this is not. "Werth and Randolph?" He's stopped paying attention to street names since he started traveling above them. There's another cough, and he's still breathing like he's just run a race.
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