Phil let out a disgruntled groan as he hiked through the onslaught of alleyways. Rain slithered from the clouds above, soaking his wings when he should've been soaring. The villain would've killed to be above those clouds, but nope, his moronic children at home wanted a snack run after their heist, and now his feathers were far too drenched to fly.

Feathers that festered against the back of his neck suddenly rose, and Phil's attention shot swiftly at a crash to his right.