Above the smoke and the fire is a man. Clad in a white uniform, the emblem of the Capitol emblazoned on the right side of his chest, Jet Link flew high over the burning fields, barely visible against the clear sky with his bright outfit and brighter hair.

To the naked eye, it likely looked like he was simply surveying the chaos, looking for an appropriate target perhaps or a chance to make things worth for the rebel traitors, but anyone with anything better than the naked eye might notice something about Jet's eyes. For how bright he was everywhere else, his eyes were dull and blank, pupils dilated for larger than they should be in the sun. But perhaps that wasn't as noticeable with his full cybernetics active, causing him to dart and weave through the sky with easy grace.

A couple of passes made over the field, Jet turned towards town, his empty gaze fixed on the tallest buildings the district had to offer. As he approached the brick building, he sped up instead of slowed down and with only a small movement to aim his shoulder into it instead of his face, Jet burst into the side of the building. The cyborg crashed all the way through and out the other side, already aiming for his next target even as the last one crumbled under the destruction.