She'd not have long to whisper her message, for Jager was already flexing his fingers against the stone she was currently pressed against. A couple braids had come undone during the climb, and right now they whipped and stuck against a sweaty forehead. He seemed annoyed because of it, or was it Zhavi? Perhaps the lookout halting their climb? Hell, maybe he was battle with indigestion, who honestly knew anymore? The wall was smooth and there was little to no room for any spots to dig his toes in, let alone his fingers. His own were rough and calloused, worn from years of hard labor and pulling on ropes. It was amazing he still had any feeling in them anymore.Â
Before long, he'd leave her behind, whether or not she could follow. Getting atop the spire was next to impossible, but somehow he'd managed to find the strength- and ledge- to climb to make this assassination a legitimate hope. Could he remove him? Sure, there were plenty of ways to take someone out of the picture, but to do so quietly, and in such a piss poor spot.. He was workin' some magic here. The further he shimmied along the ledge, the futher he'd leave Zhavi's line of sight. Eventually he'd hang several feet above the miquo'te with nothing but his weight and gravity's inevitable pull. The wind up here was strong, he swayed recklessly in it.
Before long, he'd leave her behind, whether or not she could follow. Getting atop the spire was next to impossible, but somehow he'd managed to find the strength- and ledge- to climb to make this assassination a legitimate hope. Could he remove him? Sure, there were plenty of ways to take someone out of the picture, but to do so quietly, and in such a piss poor spot.. He was workin' some magic here. The further he shimmied along the ledge, the futher he'd leave Zhavi's line of sight. Eventually he'd hang several feet above the miquo'te with nothing but his weight and gravity's inevitable pull. The wind up here was strong, he swayed recklessly in it.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
