Jeremy was groggy, not used to staying up so late. Still, the cool breeze of the air as they soared by was enough to sober him. The frigid night air caused him to shiver as he looked on, squinting to see the forms of a small group of costumed villains. The costumes never made much sense, and Jeremy was more than happy he had a jacket on. As they neared the building, Jeremy dug his hands into the jacket, pulling free two of his gaseous bombs. This high up, out in the open, his mist form would be simply blown away. Luckily he had substitutes. As the group jumped free to land, he tossed both of his gas bombs down, and a dark purple mist clouded the area. Hopefully enough to blind the foes from Zen who began laying suppressive fire down.

As the bombs flew from his hands, Jeremy moved to pull his baseball bat from the awkward back-sheath he had been given after his training. Jeremy had been trained to fight better with his weapons, but as he sized up the crew in front of him he worried he was in over his head. Hopefully Zen and Monolith would do the heavy lifting. If not, surely Animal man could carry. Jeremy for certain was just another goon in this fight and he hesitated from charging in, instead opting to stand back and wait for the others to rush forward.