[He wouldn't have to kill people if they didn't go out of their way to pee in his cheerios.
Victarion curses when he sees Prompto fail to slow her down and he too breaks out into the run after them. He is not so quick to jump after the two and watches in surprise as the woman sticks her landing, followed by Prompto. In contrast, he hesitates because this is new for him. He'd jumped distances like this before, when ships raged next to one another in the heat of battle. No, perhaps not quite this wide, but he did so in plated armor where failing to land was just as deadly as falling to the ground. But he'd never feared drowning, because that was where the Drowned God would accept him. This was different. And he was not quite so heavy.
But he was also stronger. He felt stronger. So hesitation washes away so he takes his axe and thrusts it forward. It embeds itself into brick less than a foot away from where Prompto landed. Then Victarion follows, trusting in the strength the Natha blessed him with.
It's... not quite enough. He collides into the side of the building, grasping the edge with his hands and elbows as the brunt of the hit takes him in the chest. He exhales a labored breath and scrambles up after.]
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Victarion curses when he sees Prompto fail to slow her down and he too breaks out into the run after them. He is not so quick to jump after the two and watches in surprise as the woman sticks her landing, followed by Prompto. In contrast, he hesitates because this is new for him. He'd jumped distances like this before, when ships raged next to one another in the heat of battle. No, perhaps not quite this wide, but he did so in plated armor where failing to land was just as deadly as falling to the ground. But he'd never feared drowning, because that was where the Drowned God would accept him. This was different. And he was not quite so heavy.
But he was also stronger. He felt stronger. So hesitation washes away so he takes his axe and thrusts it forward. It embeds itself into brick less than a foot away from where Prompto landed. Then Victarion follows, trusting in the strength the Natha blessed him with.
It's... not quite enough. He collides into the side of the building, grasping the edge with his hands and elbows as the brunt of the hit takes him in the chest. He exhales a labored breath and scrambles up after.]