If there was one feeling the Trisean prized over any other, it was the feeling of flowing through the air, propelling himself with his whips on rooftops and lamp posts. It carried a certain freedom from gravity, as though you could just leap off into the sky and never touch the ground. While gliding through the air in his own, unique matter, Trisean always carried an incredible smirk of amusement, and he certainly had one on his face right now. The only damper on his mood was the state of Hollow Bastion as he swung across its cityscape. Once upon a time, he had believed this squalor to be necessary part of the empire. But that had been a different man altogether. The man flying through the city now had every intention of freeing the citizens from their poor condition.

Despite Trisean's status in the empire as a traitor, he had absolutely no fear of being spotted and reported by the populace or some stray patrol. If there was only one lesson that Trisean had taken from the empire, it was that discretion could make or break a mission. As such, he made sure to swing through the alleys and over rooftops in a silent and concealed manner. He wasn't perfect, but it would suffice for his purposes.

Eventually, he stopped on a rooftop overlooking a storehouse of the empire. Trisean alighted upon the edge, and his whips coiled back onto his forearms, taking the appearance of the lower half of his jacket's sleeves. It was a convenience that occasionally allowed him to escape notice of a curious guard on the street levels. Trisean pulled out a pair of binoculars, and got a look at the gate. The objective of the day was to raid the storehouse of both food and weapons before reinforcements arrived. A textbook operation that Trisean had a unique degree of specialty in. His knowledge of certain empire facilities proved invaluable in such operations. Though Trisean had only been stationed here for a cursory examination once, it had been enough to inform him of an exploitable vent in the roof. He was easily able to pass off gaining this information by claiming to have "cornered some idiot guard who had been taking a piss in an alley", and "put the screws to him".

Trisean checked his watch, then checked his binoculars again. The time to strike was nearly upon them. He quietly muttered to himself, "Any second....." Just at that moment, the gates were consumed in a ball of fire. "Bingo!" he declared. His whips uncoiling, he latched onto the roof of the storehouse, and pulled himself up in the confusion. Finding the vent with ease, he forcefully pulled the cover off. Intel suggested that there would be another force inside the storehouse. Trisean clenched his eyes, and focused. His body crackled with electricity, and when his eyes opened, the whites of his eyes had turned to a bright yellow, contrasting his red irises. Whips uncoiled, and also crackling with lightning, Trisean slid through the vent. He popped out through the ceiling of the storehouse, and landed on an elevated catwalk. About three guards patrolled inside, one on the catwalk and two on the ground.

By sheer luck, one of the guards was positioned near his entry point. Before anyone could react, Trisean already had a whip flying towards his neck. It wrapped around, and both strangled him and electrocuted him at the same time. At this point, the guards on the floor realized their predicament, and began to open fire. Trisean removed his whip from the guards neck with a simple wrist flick, and leaped of the catwalk in a flip with an almost inhuman speed. In midair, he fired a bolt of lighting from his hand, frying the second guard like an egg. Upon landing, he coiled a whip around the last guard's ankle, and pulled him towards him and to the ground. Trisean lunged, and pressed his hand against the guard's chest, shocking it until the poor fool's heart stopped.

Just as he finished the last guard off, his friends and allies, Shizuka and Ace, came running into the storehouse. Trisean grinned, and flourished with a facetious bow. "Ladies and gentlemen, your order of one slightly used Empire storehouse is served." he intoned. He quickly stood up again, and took on a slightly more serious demeanor. "Just as planned, I hope? Limited resistance so far. What's our next move?"