Sometimes it was an advantage to be as big and fast as he was - especially when he was amplified by pins - and sometimes, like today, it made him forget that he had wings on his back in lieu of focusing on a goal. He'd managed to save the kid from getting his face eaten off by pavement, but now Beat was gritting his teeth through the pain of his wings protesting the sudden shock from the fall.

"Yeah, ain't nothin'." He tried not to sound like he was squeezing the words out between his teeth, but he wasn't so sure he was succeeding. "Jus' take it easy still, aight? You ain't got a helmet on and you crackin' yo' head open ain't good for learnin'."