The black blur would consider to move around the right side of the building, as he would gaze ahead, his left eye glowing a golden yellow hue, as his silver bangs flew out behind him. His eyes would caculate the rate of his acceleration of which he moved at, while making sure to keep his pace normal, he would then avert his head to the right to spot building not too far off. He would bend his knees while he was running, before shifting his body to perform a slight semi-circle. He pushed off, with full force, moving towards the next building, which luckily was not as tall as the previous building. He would move in a circular motion, in the form of a front flip, before landing upon his feet, in a crouched position. He slowly stood up, as he would walk over to the end of the roof, and place his hands upon the rail, to rest his elbows upon it.
The man known as Assasinblade, continued to gaze down at the individuals. He knew full well of what he was doing. Recons were what he had been assigned to do, so he was doing what he was spoken to to do. His walkie was upon his right hip, so if anyone needed him, they could just..well..talk to him upon the walkie. His silver strands of hair would cascade it's way across his face. He looked quite sad. Though this was not new. He always looked sad. The crimson earring within his right ear glistened in the nearbye light.
