Tyler, unlike the others, hadn't tumbled when he got out of the Garganta. His new trick worked everywhere, providing a nice rocket-powered flight. Despite the large flames, it didn't feel like it drained his energy reserves that much.
As the others fell, he took a lazy dive, before slowly lowering himself to the ground, gently decreasing his "thruster" output as he went. When he was a foot or so off the ground, he dropped the rest of the way.
He let the mask dissolve in the wind as the cloak settled on his shoulders.
"That wasn't so bad."
He stood there, wearing black combat pants, dark grey t-shirt, black combat boots, black aviator sunglasses, and a brown duster coat flapping in the wind under the cloak.
"So. What now?"