[ Now that he's up here, looking down, he can see everything between gaps in the bs—the final puff of petals from Asch's mouth before he goes still, and Flayn as she braces herself to jump— ]
Flayn, don't—!
[ —be reckless? Too late, for both of them. He can't even blame her, adrenaline helping him forget the bleeding rut down his back and bs swarming his vision, practically crawling in his ears when he skims he finds the first board of the catwalk with his foot.
Then, he steps back a bit, and just—charges it. He has a spear, he'll vault himself over there if he has to. Group strategy is apparently: yeet ]
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Flayn, don't—!
[ —be reckless? Too late, for both of them. He can't even blame her, adrenaline helping him forget the bleeding rut down his back and bs swarming his vision, practically crawling in his ears when he skims he finds the first board of the catwalk with his foot.
Then, he steps back a bit, and just—charges it. He has a spear, he'll vault himself over there if he has to. Group strategy is apparently: yeet ]