Knowing that he was going back to a fight club, Nathan was filled with an anxiety that he hadn't felt in a long time. It churned his stomach in such a way that it almost made him want to throw up and he was pretty sure he would do it sometime during this mission. However he soon got over his anxiety, or at least made it not a problem for the rest of the team. Punching his fist into his palm, Nathan worked out his funk and was ready to start this mission.

With everyone piling out of the ship, Nathan did the same. Stepping onto the roof, Nathan took a look around and took in his surroundings. There was a door but that was no doubt locked, it wouldn't pose much problems for someone of his strength but it was undesirable. The other option was the fire escape which was equally undesirable for the simple reason that it was too cliche. Giving Stitches a mischievous look from behind his mask, Nathan jumped off the roof and landed on the concrete down below and leaving a spiderweb of cracks in his wake.

It was more of a test than anything, the gloves held up and his durability kept him from getting hurt. Diagnostics complete, Nathan looked up and did a comm check while waiting for Stitches, "Lamorak this is Vulcan, can you read?" Getting a little more serious, Nathan couldn't help but feel like more of a soldier than a hero and as such didn't hold many "heroic ideals" like not seriously hurting the bad guys or being friendly.