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	It had been a complete blur. 

	If someone asked Muninn what had happened in the past 10 minutes, he simply wouldn't have an answer for you; all he knew was that, somehow, he'd left the building they were in, and had been flying outside for the past few minutes, silently trailing the heavy-duty vehicle the rest of the team were on. That was one bit he vaguely recalled; however it was he made it outside, he didn't wait for a single word to exit an authority figure's mouth before he was airborne. He'd needed this after that miserable bombshell. [b]Bad.[/b] 

	It gave him time to think. Mostly, think about how he was going to die a gruesome death or look like an utter moron in front of his team in the next few moments. What on Earth were they doing?! Trained Parahuman mercenaries, busting into a bank? This had to be a job for the Protectorate, not them! It was insane! His spiral into pure, utter panic continued as he silently glided through the sun-streaked skies, now much harder for the civilians below him to miss, given his massive size at the moment caused him to black out notable swathes of the city as he flew overhead. Yeah, his size situation hadn't improved much since leaving the building; while it was infinitely less suffocating out here than in there, it also gave him time to think about what he was getting into, which was slowly twisting his insides into a solid ball of sheer, abject horror. God, he'd never felt less sure of what he was doing than now...But he was here, whether he liked it or...No, there was no way of sugarcoating this. He pretty much felt like he was about to puke. This was awful. 

	And yet, he landed down all the same as their armored ride found itself outside the massive and imposing Bridgewater Bank. It felt extremely odd to be so obviously massive, and yet dwarfed by something else all the same, which was what he felt looking upon the utilitarian nightmare before him. Landon was positive he'd never seen a building so devoid of any emotion. At any rate...They were here. Through his comms (which were quite tricky to keep in his ears, he'd learned rather quickly; and his growth in size certainly hadn't helped that), he'd picked up the possible game plan laid out by the officers the rest of the squad had rode in with. They suggested that he, alongside Decree and Keystone, take a subtle approach and try to do their best to defuse the situation while avoiding any direct confrontations. That...Actually eased him up a bit, losing a few feet off his gargantuan form. That felt manageable, almost, and it involved one of the Wards that [i]didn't[/i] hate him. At least, he felt vaguely confident she didn't. So that was progress! 

	His rising spirit was dampened back down to expectations when his team actually emerged, with Shattercrash directly referring to him. It felt very odd to have someone who felt as imposing as she was to look up at him, but, well...She would've had to do that even if he was in a more average state of things, so perhaps it wasn't as odd as he thought. Still, as she made her request for him to take flight and scout the building out, he couldn't help but flinch as she described how Champion would absolutely crush him if she even caught a glimpse of him. Not a confidence booster, to say the least. His size was around 20 feet at this point; monstrously large to the rest of the team, yet still comedically dwarfed by the building they were tasked with invading. For a moment, he wordlessly glanced over to Decree. He didn't know how she intended to tackle her place in the situation, so maybe he could wait with her and help wi-

	His train of thought was utterly derailed when Shattercrash slammed her way into the bank, and with it, everything fired off at once. Keystone slipped away off to the backside of the building, while the Tandems all popped out of existence, probably entering the bank as well. 

	The commotion riled him up. Muninn needed to do something, if only to keep his mind off the fact that it was really, truly happening now. Without a sound, his giant wings spread out, and he took to the skies once more, making swift rounds around the building as he took in each sight with his razor-sharp eyes. He needed to find the hostages and the Blackburn mercenaries, so he could try and fill in his team as much as possible. In the interim, however, Landon remembered something important. [color=7ea7d8]"I-If anyone needs it, I can give a lift. I can get you wherever y-you need to be. Probably."[/color] Even in his enhanced size, if it were even possible, he sounded quieter than he had before. Still, the offer was made, and he knew should it come to that, he could handle it. Especially given his current physique, picking up a few teammates shouldn't be a hassle for him, and even with the scale of the bank building, it would only take him a few seconds to pass from story to story, so he could make for convenient travel for anyone who needed it.