That was literally the coolest thing to ever happen to him. The fact that his close friend was a massive, bear-eating bear was already an astounding feat on it's own, but the fact that he doubled apparently as a "bear-o-pult" made him positively [i]exuberant[/i]. He was sort of hovering into the air, appreciating the whole situation before he realized he couldn't exactly fly in his current state. So as hurriedly as he could, he gripping onto the bottom of his hoodie, to rip off his hoodie. Grossly enough, he revealed that he was in fact ONLY wearing a hoodie, and no shirt, his wings popping out and flapping as quickly as they can so he can remain in air. 

His antlers sway in the wind, one noticeably chipping out just a bit. He really didn't take good care of that junk, or his body in general, which now kinda was a little bit chubby, and a generally unattractive sight. He did however keep it healthy enough in case anyone was going to say, attempt to murder him with a telephone pole, as he worked his way up towards Fury, his weapon flickering on and off as he was more trying to focus on flying. He hadn't really done that in a while.

In a panic he pushed the button on his plasma hilt and shapeshifted the blade into the shape of a sword, stabbing out in rapid succession. Like some kind of crazed flying fencer, the blade jabbed out and upwards. Quickly closing the distance between himself and the flying man with terrible BO.