Jet dropkick

But the latter was clearly worse than the former. Jet Jaguar knew what he had to do.

Jet Jaguar jumped off the edge of the Rainbow Road and extended one leg. Gravity pulled him down, down, down, as he moved faster and faster. He rumbled and shook with the sheer force of it all, and his leg went aflame. But he was not afraid.

Jet Jaguar deprogrammed fear long ago.

Clouds dissipated in his wake as he reached the arena. Bright crimson alit the sky. He landed on Finn McMissile’s engorged form, his foot denting, burning, melting the drop of his roof. He kneeled down with his single leg and jumped off shrinking to normal size at the end of his aerial pirouette so as not to land on and crush the audience. A balloon on McMissile’s back popped.

- Ragnarust Round 1B