[Always respect a lady who can nail a bullseye from a few hundred yards away without breaking a sweat.
He's right behind her, if a few seconds delayed to give him time to fish for a grapple and judge her trajectory—and keep them from colliding midair. (Clearly, he's done this sort of thing before.) By the time he's got boots on the wall beside her to hoist himself up onto the ledge, the minotaur has charged past them to the other side of the room. ]
Whoof. That was close. Think I might have singed something.
[He's fine, he's just being dramatic. He leans over the edge of the platform to get the lay of the land. The puzzle-lock is there, almost surrounded by spattered pools of lava. Dropping down is about the only way anyone is getting down there at all.]
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He's right behind her, if a few seconds delayed to give him time to fish for a grapple and judge her trajectory—and keep them from colliding midair. (Clearly, he's done this sort of thing before.) By the time he's got boots on the wall beside her to hoist himself up onto the ledge, the minotaur has charged past them to the other side of the room. ]
Whoof. That was close. Think I might have singed something.
[He's fine, he's just being dramatic. He leans over the edge of the platform to get the lay of the land. The puzzle-lock is there, almost surrounded by spattered pools of lava. Dropping down is about the only way anyone is getting down there at all.]