[She rolls her eyes at him, and decides to be kind enough to even give him a moment headstart, before she starts running, too.
Between her grapple and simple freerunning, she makes good time, keeping a close eye on Atlas to see which way he's moving, often having to belatedly change her course, since she's generally a few feet ahead of him.
Still, once they reach the outlands and getting closer to their intended destination, it isn't to hard for her to pick out, and she increases her pace, leaping over rocks and slipping through tight passages between trees or boulders, befor she comes to a skidding halt in the clearing a good thirty seconds before Atlas does.
[Steph doesn't panic, and not just because she knows Atlas wouldn't let her drown in this. Instead, she shifts her weight carefully, testng the viscosity, and for a moment she's still, weighing her options.
Her next movements are lightning quick; her lower body doesn't move, but her hand reaches into her utility belt, pulling out a batarang and filling it at the rock near Atlas, where it releases a thick mess of sticky goop. If he doesn't move out of the way in time, he might find himself a little trapped.]
( He does not like this. Sticky things, things that trap and bind him. He has nightmares about drowning, it's part of why his quicksand is only ever waist deep. The trap spreads fast, and he's trying to burn his way out, flames roaring over his skin, billowing out but doing nothing to the trap.
Atlas shoots her a look, snorting out smoke to mark his displeasure. )
[She grins at him, offering a shrug before slipping her grapple gun from her belt and firing at a nearby rock, using the line to carefully pull herself out.
As she finally jumps onto a rock, leaping from there up into a tree (he can't change trees)]
You think I didn't have my own tricks up my sleeve.?
( A moment, a breath, and if fire won't work: ice. )
You think I didn't?
( The goop cracks, and he snickers at her grappling gun. Metal, rope. He might have to show her how badly that could go.
He can set the tree on fire. Fire swings from his fist, as if he were swinging a rope around his head, swinging the leaves around her. He doesn't want to be too severe, although fire is crackling along the branches. )
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controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
you love it
[She rolls her eyes at him, and decides to be kind enough to even give him a moment headstart, before she starts running, too.
Between her grapple and simple freerunning, she makes good time, keeping a close eye on Atlas to see which way he's moving, often having to belatedly change her course, since she's generally a few feet ahead of him.
Still, once they reach the outlands and getting closer to their intended destination, it isn't to hard for her to pick out, and she increases her pace, leaping over rocks and slipping through tight passages between trees or boulders, befor she comes to a skidding halt in the clearing a good thirty seconds before Atlas does.
Now who's smug?]
sigh i do
It's like his party trick. He's going to give her an easy start, and build up.
Atlas just crouches on a rock, and waves. )
c:
Her next movements are lightning quick; her lower body doesn't move, but her hand reaches into her utility belt, pulling out a batarang and filling it at the rock near Atlas, where it releases a thick mess of sticky goop. If he doesn't move out of the way in time, he might find himself a little trapped.]
:c
Atlas shoots her a look, snorting out smoke to mark his displeasure. )
cccc:
As she finally jumps onto a rock, leaping from there up into a tree (he can't change trees)]
You think I didn't have my own tricks up my sleeve.?
:cccc
You think I didn't?
( The goop cracks, and he snickers at her grappling gun. Metal, rope. He might have to show her how badly that could go.
He can set the tree on fire. Fire swings from his fist, as if he were swinging a rope around his head, swinging the leaves around her. He doesn't want to be too severe, although fire is crackling along the branches. )