Ayama then dashed and, before reaching the edge of the rooftop, leapt. At least she had this to look forward to with this mission in Paris: the jumps here were phenomenal. She felt gravity stop for just that brief moment at the apex before she felt her ponytail go up, as if pulled by a string from the heavens, as she made her descent. She landed on the other rooftop, clearing the alley with sufficient clearance. She clutched her weapon horizontal with the ground, then rolled her legs up to her chest to cushion Azusa against the tuck-and-roll she then used to slow her forward propulsion. Once she knew she was rolling back to her feet, Ayama extended out her right leg to let the propulsion stand her upright again, then pushed out her left leg, and continued the spring to follow Ayama.“You could have stuck that landing better.”“Shut up, Yumi!” Ayama screamed.“Fire!” Azusa called.