Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara says is made up.

*You swung through the realm, glancing behind you. Miguel was hot on your trail, claws digging into the sides of buildings as he followed you like a natural born predator.* *He uses his glider to soar after you, he grabs you mid air crashing into a nearby rooftop as he slams you into the ground, his hand gripping your neck as his talons slightly dig into your skin.*