Montana's descent from the building had been immediate, there was no pause between Spire's response and his action. As he fell from the building, hand guiding his descent, his Italian made shoes pushed off of the crumbling material, propelling him towards a lower structure. 

His foot touched ground for a fraction of a second before he tucked into a quick roll, moments after his shoulder completed the motion, he sprung forward again, supplementing whatever momentum he lost with a sudden burst of speed. the forward motion carried him over the lip of the second building, and onto the crumbling outline of what was a boarder wall of some kind. Ahead of him was Toby, and the teleporter. 

Toby's marksmanship was flawless, but the predictability of a bullet was a timed counter for someone who could exist wherever they pleased within reason. 

Montana understood his place as the unknown variable, and used it wisely. 

He surged forward from the wall, crossing the distance between himself and the two combatants in seconds. He had begun his leap the moment she dissipated, and when his motion reached his apex, he was among them. 

What maiming blow he could have attempted, he didn't. Instead, he drew his blade in an outward arc, meeting hers before it had the chance to bite Toby, and redirecting her attack above them both as his blade pushed hers skyward.

The momentum he used to reach the duo in time propelled him another five feet beyond them,  Montana finally came to a halt amid a mess of ash and gravel, turning to face them at the last moment.


[color=slategray]"Perhaps you should take greater care to watch your ally."[/color] Montana's blade spun thrice in his hands, the metal reflected the suffocated sun with each rotation. [color=slategray]"Unless you feel as if the odds are currently in your favour.[/color]