[ His heart is beating so fast, and he can't tell if it's from how little footing he has on the narrow mast - how close he is to slipping off and falling to his probable death - or if its from what had happened. It's pounding, and he can't contain it. He finds his senses heightening as the adrenaline rushes through him, and that only did more harm than good, because it meant he could feel the warmth of Jae Ha's body so much stronger, and he was acutely aware of the mana that coursed from one body to another. It's overwhelming, a barrage on the senses, and if not for his desire to return to the battle he might have just fainted again. There were times Kija was strong in both the physical and mental, and there were times his constitution presented weaker than most (particularly in situations he didn't know how to deal with). ]
I can -- Ah! [ He tries to speak, but his foot slips on the wet wood again and this forces Kija to grab onto Jae-Ha for dear life, pressing their bodies together closely. His fingers clutch at his shirt, his cheek rests against his shoulder, and his face burns with embarrassment. Kija slows his breathing in an attempt to calm himself down. ]
I can fight. Please ... take us down. [ It's a bit of a plead. This situation was so confusing that he wanted to return to what he was comfortable with (and he was most comfortable down there, in all the chaos). ]
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I can -- Ah! [ He tries to speak, but his foot slips on the wet wood again and this forces Kija to grab onto Jae-Ha for dear life, pressing their bodies together closely. His fingers clutch at his shirt, his cheek rests against his shoulder, and his face burns with embarrassment. Kija slows his breathing in an attempt to calm himself down. ]
I can fight. Please ... take us down. [ It's a bit of a plead. This situation was so confusing that he wanted to return to what he was comfortable with (and he was most comfortable down there, in all the chaos). ]