R3 leapfrogs up stairwell

It brought a smile to Hale's face. Come on, take the other sword out. Dual-wield, go all out!

He pulled back the sword with a splatter of blood, but he did not draw his secondary blade. Instead, the Man jumped--sideways, a leap with absolutely no run-up, across the stairwell, kicking off the railing on the other side, propelling himself upward with extraordinary force. Was he trying to get away? No, he was trying to get to higher ground! He was moving to a more advantageous position!

Hey, this tactical stuff wasn't that bad. Maybe it wasn't so awful to use his brain every now and then. Only for fighting though.

Hale followed him. He wasn't about to be the guy in the inferior strategic position, after all. He jumped after him and gracefully leapfrogged from point to point, ascending upward rapidly. The Man was ahead of him, though. It was a tortoise and Achilles thing, the Man was in first place so Hale couldn't just catch up like that. He'd started afterwards, he was slower, he'd always be one step behind. Unless-?

Saxton spun in midair and kicked his shoe straight off his foot, launching it like a cannonball. It shot past the Man in midair and tore through the stairs he was about to land on, leaving him adrift in a field of quickly plummeting rubble. He was helpless. Enough that Saxton could shoot past him, climbing on the rocks and broken rebar pieces in midair like stepping stones, climbing up and up! With his balance shot to hell, there was no way he could navigate this treacherous terrain like Saxton could. He touched solid ground again, reaching the 30th floor landing.