Ronin, in full gear, was sitting in the corner. Legs folded and arms crossed. He was deep in meditation. As he meditated he began to teleport in place incredibly fast. It made him appear as if he was hovering just off the floor. The sound of Ultiman busting in the room made Ronin take pause. He teleported high enough so he could unfold his legs and stand. He sauntered over to the table and grabbed a decanter of whiskey. He slowly poured himself a half glass and shot it back. He then poured himself a full glass and sat down.

"Mutants?" He said in between sips of whiskey. "You can count me in. I haven't had a real challenge in awhile. Hopefully this will provide me with one." He could hear in his ear bud multiple radio reports about the mutants and how they were demolishing the city. "Are we leaving now, or just let them level the city and go after them when they get bored?"