((I'm just gonna play it like we have always been on the roof. Save us all some trouble.))
Wei smiled and waved goodbye to the fleeing super.
"See you around kid. Don't try to kill me again, or else."
Hefting the severed arm, he pulled every blood cell he could out of it, the limb shrinking and wrinkling rapidly until nothing was left but the bones and the barest of tissues. He could use the blood after all, untained blood was in low supply right now. Turning back to Akane, the super she was helping and Rick as he appeared out of nowhere again, he continued casually.
"Hey there Rick, I see you got the man we've all been looking for. Great. Now you lot stay here, I'm getting us some transport."
Walking over to the edge of the building, he stops and turns back for a moment, dropping the shriveled arm.
"Oh, and Akane is probably a lot better with that thing than you ever will be Rick. If you want to fight, it would probably be best to give it to her. Now, keep this rooftop clear until I return. I will need the space."
Turning back again, he backs up about ten steps and waits. Waits for the last Buster helicopter that was still buzzing around to pass by.
I'm going to have to push myself hard for this one. I haven't the amount of blood around to assist me.
Wei focused momentarily, then began to almost double in size, pushing almost all the blood in his body into his muscles, the blood vessels in his skin almost pushing themselves out. A quick hop and he was off, moving in a blur to the roof edge and leaping as hard as he could off the rooftop, just as the helicopter swung by. A loud thunk was heard from the roof as he hit the windscreen of the heli, grinning like a loon.
"Hey boys! Guess what? I'm jacking your ride!!"
Punching through the windscreen easily, he snaps the neck of one of the pilots and rips out enough glass for him to fit through, the other pilot still screaming. Ignoring him for the time being, Wei instead kicks the cargo access door off it's hinges, which splatters a crewman that was coming to check out the noise. He steps through the doorway, the free amount of blood he got from Simon's arm flashing through above him in a flash and neatly decapitating the other three people in the machine.
Annnnd done. Well done, you have just performed one of the first in flight helicopter highjackings in history. You should be proud.
Stepping back into the cockpit while letting the blood in his muscles ease back into his body, he makes a large hole in the other pilot's head with Simon's blood formed as a spike, as he takes hold of the controls after tossing the dead body out the window. He was thankful that he had taken the time to take flight lessons, all those years ago.
"Time to see if I still got it."