Frowning, Corporal Bound headed towards the edge as well, folding her javelin back up and placing it on her back. Crouching a few hooves away, she hunched her shoulders down and then, with a shout, surged up, kicking herself into the air like a goat on a mountaintop, landing awkwardly with three hooves on the dais -- the fourth one kicked at air, and she almost slipped back off before righting herself.