[ Arthur is thankful that he has Clover to act as a beacon as they trail Markus. The other man moves and dodges things with an awareness that Arthur certainly lacks, especially with hungry raptors at their heels, and it is only the faerie’s glow that alerts him to low hanging branches or tangled underbrush.
The way Markus stops just as suddenly as the way he started, made all the more jarring when Clover’s haste drops away from them both. It’s pretty graceless, the way Arthur stumbles to a halt, but he keeps his feet beneath him, and that’s what counts.
Ah, he sees the plan here. He sees it and he doesn’t like it at all. ]
Heights, no. Falling from them? Very much yes.
[ However, the sound of a raptor’s cry sounds behind them, much closer than Arthur would have liked, driving home the point that he pretty much has no choice. ]
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The way Markus stops just as suddenly as the way he started, made all the more jarring when Clover’s haste drops away from them both. It’s pretty graceless, the way Arthur stumbles to a halt, but he keeps his feet beneath him, and that’s what counts.
Ah, he sees the plan here. He sees it and he doesn’t like it at all. ]
Heights, no. Falling from them? Very much yes.
[ However, the sound of a raptor’s cry sounds behind them, much closer than Arthur would have liked, driving home the point that he pretty much has no choice. ]
Gods damn it all—
[ Time to cross the ledge now! ]