"You think? There's still a bit of cushioning there." He looks at the pile, which has spread out a little bit with the force of the impact, And kicks some of the stray leaves back towards the rest. Not that it makes much difference.
He'd been told, back when he lived in the City, that Leaps like that weren't possible. Something about breaking necks or damaging spinal columns and ribs and velocity. All he knows is that he can do, so could his father, and his sister, and all the other assassin's he knows.
"That? Lots. Occupational necessity. And it's fun. The closest to flying I think we'll ever get."
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"You think? There's still a bit of cushioning there." He looks at the pile, which has spread out a little bit with the force of the impact, And kicks some of the stray leaves back towards the rest. Not that it makes much difference.
He'd been told, back when he lived in the City, that Leaps like that weren't possible. Something about breaking necks or damaging spinal columns and ribs and velocity. All he knows is that he can do, so could his father, and his sister, and all the other assassin's he knows.
"That? Lots. Occupational necessity. And it's fun. The closest to flying I think we'll ever get."