With excitement gnawing at Yuuta's insides, Yuuta wasn't dumb enough to test it here, right on top of the rubble-filled graveyard of collapsed cliffs. Not when he'd nearly died from getting shredded and buried just hours earlier. "Let's not fuck myself up this time," he muttered.
He turned from the lingering gray dust clouds and began trudging away from the area, each heavy step a reminder of the battle he'd won—and the one he was still fighting against those sharp bastard rocks. Every few paces, his webbed toes would jab into something jagged, and he'd grunt out a mild curse. "Damn rocks!"
His arms weren't much better. The cuts from earlier had scabbed, but they still stung like a bitch every time he bumped into a rough surface or accidentally scraped against the edge of a boulder. His butt wasn't exempt from pain either, occasionally twitching from the earlier abuse of rock seating and surprise landings.
