Darion didn't bother trying to stay focused on what everyone was saying at the moment, he was focusing on convincing himself he actually could make the jump. He wasn't all that impressed when the tall one actually made it, he probably had the legs for such a long jump. But the way the woman got over was a bit impressive, even if it did make him grumble a bit. “Damn magic, cheating.”<br/><br/>Darion had nothing to argue against what she was saying about trust. “You have a point, but then I don't know you, so I don't trust you. But you are leading us away from the bloodthirsty villagers.” in truth he wasn't afraid of the villagers, but he didn't come here to kill or hurt anyone. So he was running. Even if it meant following someone he didn't trust. So he watched as they all made their jumps.<br/><br/>When the fox came over after rummaging through his stuff, Darion just grinned. “Wow, you are ready to be thrown, I was thinking you would argue against it?!” he said, but didn't give the fox a chance to argue much before the human picked him up. “I can throw you far enough, no promises on my aim.” a little joke from him, yay... Without hesitation he reared back a moment before putting all his strength into the throw, aiming for the woman.<br/><br/>Once the fox was gone, Darion took a few steps back to give himself a running start. The villagers were just coming into sight when he started a full sprint towards the edge, and jumped at the last second.  And he was almost right when he said he could make it on his own.  Almost.  The edge of the stone bridge caught him in the gut painfully, and his arms are the only reason his face didn’t smack into the stone floor.  It did knock the air out of him though.  He only slid a little bit before the edge of the broken bridge caught under his breastplate.<br/><br/>And of course he wasn't very lucky; the bridge did exactly what the woman had said it would, while he was catching his breath. There were some loud cracks in the stone, and him cursing loudly before the edge he was perched on broke away.  Darion began to fall, but for just a moment before his hand caught the newly broken edge.  “Son of a…”  he grumbled as he began climbing up, reaching his left hand up again to catch the new edge, and then began pulling himself up more, his muscle looking as hard as the steel he carried as he pulled himself up to get more of his arm over.  If someone helped it was just faster until he was able to get one of his legs up.  After that he was quickly up onto his knees and on his feet to get away from the edge.<br/><br/>“Told you I could get myself over.  Don’t need magic.”  He said loud enough to hear before moving to follow away from the mob who were sure to start throwing things by now.  After a moment though he lowered a hand to grip his stomach and muttered hopefully quiet enough to not be heard.  “Ow…”<br/><br/>It was when they were about to leave, Darion turned to the mob and gave the m a halfhearted salute.  Just to taunt them for chasing him out.  It was his parting jab at them before following the woman away from it all.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>