Neyvahn sprinted across the slippery shingled rooftop ten stories off the ground. Ahead of him at the end of the roof's peak, another building was spaced across a gap about ten meters wide. The silver haired mage sprinted low and planted his foot against the edge, launching off with as much energy as he could. He leaped high and fast, but it wasn't fast enough. With enough force to cause a whole lot of internal bleeding, Neyvahn's stomach hit hard against the ragged concrete ledge and he was forced away from it, falling towards the solid ground ten stories below him. On the way down, he reached his hand out and grabbed a hold of a windowsill two floors below him. His arm yanked hard, barely able to stop him from falling as his body scraped against the bricks, whose ragged surface felt no better than the ledge.
Upset and annoyed, Neyvahn growled in his throat. "Ugh, dammit!" He pounded his free fist against the pale red bricks. Another failed jump. That made nine this time. Neyvahn carefully made his way down the windowsills on each floor and collapsed on the ground, groaning as his magic sluggishly healed the internal damage his stomach sustained.
"You're relying too heavily on your legs, brother," Kei observed as Neyvahn finally got off the ground onto his knees. "If you coil up the slightest bit, then you can exert more force and make that extra foot of jump distance."
"Yeah, I get that. You told me plenty of times." Neyvahn lifted his shirt to see that the torn and discolored skin was already starting to heal back to its healthy state. Slightly disappointed, Neyvahn straightened his clothes and started walking back towards the guildhall. He was done for today. After another week or so of conditioning and training he'd try again. Neyvahn turned the corner and made his way onto one of the busy streets, crowds of people going in and out of the grand buildings surrounding the brick pavement.
Upset and annoyed, Neyvahn growled in his throat. "Ugh, dammit!" He pounded his free fist against the pale red bricks. Another failed jump. That made nine this time. Neyvahn carefully made his way down the windowsills on each floor and collapsed on the ground, groaning as his magic sluggishly healed the internal damage his stomach sustained.
"You're relying too heavily on your legs, brother," Kei observed as Neyvahn finally got off the ground onto his knees. "If you coil up the slightest bit, then you can exert more force and make that extra foot of jump distance."
"Yeah, I get that. You told me plenty of times." Neyvahn lifted his shirt to see that the torn and discolored skin was already starting to heal back to its healthy state. Slightly disappointed, Neyvahn straightened his clothes and started walking back towards the guildhall. He was done for today. After another week or so of conditioning and training he'd try again. Neyvahn turned the corner and made his way onto one of the busy streets, crowds of people going in and out of the grand buildings surrounding the brick pavement.