There was a brief jarring of reality creeping into her mind, a brief pocketing of confusion as she contemplated the numbers - or lack of. Her feet spurred into movement, clattering loudly across the roof as she moved. The mind continued to turn and operate, her hand tapping upon the various tools of her belt. A brief flicker down to the tiles, hands clawing and scrabbling as she darted between the two targets. For the moment they seemed to not notice her presence, forms parting and shifting quickly. Her gaze otherwise locked onto their shapes fighting to remember the details she could about them.
Adrenal continued to rise, a deeper inhale as her back straightened. Closer to the ledge, the precipice racing ever closer. So fuelled upon the idea of the hunt and pursuit that she relied upon instinct to make that snap decision. Toes pressed a final spring with the front foot, the left quickly following behind and she launched herself. She remembered, briefly, the nimble movements she had seen the more delicate and dextrous individuals of Sunberth, those who had used their bodies in ways to evade instead of brute force. Arms came out, hands opened and clawed, legs tucking up and inwards.
The rest of her was forced into a twist, left shoulder first, arms snapping in instinctively around her head. Body hit the rest of the opposite roof, a grunt of discomfort as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. Far from a smooth landing, she could feel her left stiffen and numb from the impact. Teeth gritted, a sharp inhale before she began to press herself up. A faltering start, there was a quick glance in the direction the other had gone.
No time for wondering. Chase!
Fallon released a grunt, her form pressing onwards once more and after the other runner. If he had noticed her by now then there was not much she could do. Regardless, one way or another, she was going to get her answers - in particular on why the men had taken to such a way out.
Adrenal continued to rise, a deeper inhale as her back straightened. Closer to the ledge, the precipice racing ever closer. So fuelled upon the idea of the hunt and pursuit that she relied upon instinct to make that snap decision. Toes pressed a final spring with the front foot, the left quickly following behind and she launched herself. She remembered, briefly, the nimble movements she had seen the more delicate and dextrous individuals of Sunberth, those who had used their bodies in ways to evade instead of brute force. Arms came out, hands opened and clawed, legs tucking up and inwards.
The rest of her was forced into a twist, left shoulder first, arms snapping in instinctively around her head. Body hit the rest of the opposite roof, a grunt of discomfort as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. Far from a smooth landing, she could feel her left stiffen and numb from the impact. Teeth gritted, a sharp inhale before she began to press herself up. A faltering start, there was a quick glance in the direction the other had gone.
No time for wondering. Chase!
Fallon released a grunt, her form pressing onwards once more and after the other runner. If he had noticed her by now then there was not much she could do. Regardless, one way or another, she was going to get her answers - in particular on why the men had taken to such a way out.