[It doesn't take long for him to reach the ground--in fact, the moment that the field comes in contact with the packed desert floor, it seems to pop, leaving Rocky to move as he pleases.
Laedo, on the other hand, is somewhat more at a loss to do so. He gives a low-throated snarl as the tower begins to tilt treacherously under him. The final cord that had been holding it upright snaps, but the askan had been prepared for it. He heaves, moving with the fall of the tower to hold it by its uppermost limit, levers it down to the ground with every shimmering muscle pronounced under his coat of fur. There is more magic at play here than is plainly visible; a creature of his size should not have had a chance against a thirty, forty foot tower. He's shoring up its integrity as it finally settles hard to the gritty earth, and he ducks out of the way at the last second, fearful of a crushed wing-tine or tail.
Afterwards, he sags and curls his head on his sinuous neck so that he can reach a palm up and cover his brow. Despite the augmentation to his physical strength he is still panting from the strain, and it's only after a few clearly exhausted moments where he can catch his breath that he cracks his knuckles to glare directly at the robot.]
Can we at least agree not to go dropping any more towers at the present moment? There are... others... that need aid yet still. If we... as a team... avail ourselves and find no other option, we can easily wipe these instruments of devastation from the face of the planet... later.
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Laedo, on the other hand, is somewhat more at a loss to do so. He gives a low-throated snarl as the tower begins to tilt treacherously under him. The final cord that had been holding it upright snaps, but the askan had been prepared for it. He heaves, moving with the fall of the tower to hold it by its uppermost limit, levers it down to the ground with every shimmering muscle pronounced under his coat of fur. There is more magic at play here than is plainly visible; a creature of his size should not have had a chance against a thirty, forty foot tower. He's shoring up its integrity as it finally settles hard to the gritty earth, and he ducks out of the way at the last second, fearful of a crushed wing-tine or tail.
Afterwards, he sags and curls his head on his sinuous neck so that he can reach a palm up and cover his brow. Despite the augmentation to his physical strength he is still panting from the strain, and it's only after a few clearly exhausted moments where he can catch his breath that he cracks his knuckles to glare directly at the robot.]
Can we at least agree not to go dropping any more towers at the present moment? There are... others... that need aid yet still. If we... as a team... avail ourselves and find no other option, we can easily wipe these instruments of devastation from the face of the planet... later.