[h3]Wall Walker[/h3]

Walker was running as fast as he possibly could now; he was desperate to get away. The team was crumbling from within, fighting each other, and he was right in the crossfire. Walker was smart enough to know if there was any time to scram, now would be it. Aside from the fact that he'd already tried to run.. now he actually had a chance to get away.

Ditch had managed to get to her feet, though her face was completely masked she gripped her stomach, seeming to be in some pain. She straightened when Omega ran past her, and followed him quickly. “Omega, don-”

“Not this time!”

Nope. Walker didn’t even turn back. Just kept on running. He was so done with whatever shit this was - and that was when he felt he was being tugged back. By what, he couldn’t say. It almost felt like gravity was going against him. Which was exactly what was happening. The loose-fitting cloth wrapped around his face was pulled off easily by the zero-gravity vortex, revealing his blood stained beard and teeth. 

“...Nate?!” Ditch shouted. She was standing a slight bit behind Omega, a safer distance from the swirling vortex he had created. Walker snapped to look at her, confusion taking over his features, though he couldn’t linger long on the skeletal masked vigilante. “Omega -- turn it off!” Ditch cried out.