Raymond Stantz

Maybe, thought Eddie, the lion would like to know how flame felt. Eddie flew toward it, came close, then pulled up, yawed, and flamed his engines in high scramjet mode, their pulses beating hard against the air as, for just a moment, he was in a standstill. And then he was circling the building. If his cockpit hadn't been sheilded, it was fully possible that the glass would have shattered. Thankfully, he had fixed that.

[I will keep the aerial fight as far from the rooftop as possible. Contact if you require backup. Tinman out.]