[Griffin starts glowing as he swings back around, reeling himself in for a bit of height before disengaging his claw. Then, as he starts to drop again-- a wide, flat sword materializes under him like some kind of absurd skateboard stand-in, and he lands on it like Tony fucking Hawk.]

Wooo--!

[A track made of spears appear in the air, and he shreds down this pipe as they each blink into existence, then vanish just as quickly. At the end he kickflips off, then shoots his grappling hook from behind his back and twists-- to pass D.Va in mid-air while still able to admire her.]