Yes, this is Blans

The neon lights of New City glowed below as Blans soared through the night sky on his bone sword. Wind whipped through the joints in his skull as he spun and rolled, spiraling up steel skyscrapers. Nothing like a midnight joyride to clear his fuzzy head after a long day. A whirring noise grew louder behind him. Blans glanced back to see the silhouette of a police gyro-copter gaining fast. Red and blue lights flashed as a voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Stop right there, bonehead! You're in a restricted airspace."

Blans chuckled. Like he was going to let them spoil his fun. He willed more magic into his sword, pushing it faster. "And miss out on the view? I don't think so tin cans. Why don't you buzz off and let a cyber-skeleton enjoy the city in peace?" The chopper closed in, keeping pace. "This is your final warning, sir. Power down and come with us or we'll be forced to take you in." As if to reinforce the threat, one of the officers readied a net launcher. Blans scowled. He didn't have time for this nonsense tonight. With a flick of his wrists, his sword split in two, forming a pair of glowing bone blades. A green glow emanated from his metalic ribcage as magic surged through his bones. "You asked for it buster cops. Hope you're ready for a wild ride!"

Eh, it'll gain attention eventually

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