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Dragonspiral Tower [Third Floor]||Afternoon
Drayden huffed a little as he made jump after jump, thinking that perhaps they would be able to cross without a hitch. Iris was spry in her youth and Lorelei tall and capable. Their landings were a little on the louder side, but that was also compared to the deep silence the rest of the room sat in. Hopefully it wouldn't be enough to wake the slumbering giant that slept in the shadows...
He spoke too soon.
With the last jump, his foot landed too close to the platform's edge and it crumpled under his weight, causing him to slip and fall. A short, strangled yelp of surprised tore from him involuntarily as the ground beneath him disappeared. His large, powerful arms snatched the platform's side, leaving his lower half to dangle. With some effort, he managed to hold on, bracing much of his weight onto his elbows, but whatever held the platform aloft was too far away for his legs. Drayden couldn't pull himself up under his own power.
Thankfully, a chill emanated from his back and he felt the cold hands of Lorelei's Froslass pulling up on his shoulders. Unfortunately, her relief was accompanied by rustling and a low growl.
The Beartic burst forth from the shadows, lumbering around them on all fours over the precarious walkway that led to the platforms. Lorelei turned and watched as her Froslass pulled the Dragon master up in a painfully slow fashion. They needed to go. It was going to catch up and they needed to go. Once her ghost was ready, Lorelei pointed at the oncoming beast, who had already made the first jump. "Caille--" she began in a harsh whisper, "Use Blizzard to make the platforms slick. It might slow him down!" The ghost nodded and took her place between her trainer and the oncoming threat, who had jumped and already made a mistake in the maze. It was a start, at least, to give the humans some time.
Drayden cursed at his own ineptitude and quickly recovered, knowing that the best thing he could do was just jump to the next one. He pushed himself, jumping to another and another, and then finally to the other walkway. Only upon landing safely there did he turn, grasping his Flygon's ball. He wouldn't release the pokemon unless it was absolutely necessary since there were still slumbering ghosts about, but how their luck was faring seemed like the dragon would soon be needed.