The paint bubbled briefly on the ground, settling like just some normal splatter after a moment as if it hadn't just done something paint very much shouldn't do. Easily missed, so very easily missed.

Of course that shout had given his position away, 76 having to take a rolling dive off the roof and to the streets below as a few splatters of paint hit where he'd been. Coming up on to his feet, head already up and following the flight paths that he could see with a soft hiss under his breath.

"You're telling me. Seems a bit out of hand for getting in to the spirt of things, too."