"Learn that stance. Commit it to your memory. Every time you rocketjump, you are going to start from that position." It was the stance, or for Sid's sake he hoped it was, of maximum balance. With his weight evenly distributed, Sid should be able to launch himself exactly upward.

Provided he could land the rocket right.

"Get your launcher," he instructed, collecting his own. Sid, it seemed, preferred the standard rocket launcher which was fine to Soldier. Four rockets loaded, as opposed to his own launcher's three, would be more convenient.

"Go ahead and put the beam on him, Volkswagon," he said to Medic. An overheal would be a decent insurance against Sid dying.