Runa’s scream cut off as the ledge on the opposite side slammed into her stomach. Her chest and her arms folded over the top, and she had pulled herself up to be firmly on solid ground before Jorir had crossed the distance.
“Roll!” He shouted.
“Huh?” She rolled from her front to her back even as she spoke.
Jorir’s boots thudded loudly into the ground a moment later, exactly where she had been laying. “Nice reactions.”
She took a deep breath and let out a cough. “Somehow, I don’t think Einarr would approve of that method.”
“Perhaps not,” he agreed.
“You will regret that, you realize.” She was still catching her breath. He couldn’t allow her too much more time for that, though.
“Perhaps. But it was the fastest, most assured way of getting us both across – as long as you didn’t see it coming.”
She harrumphed – an…
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