Darion let the two do their little arguing.  He sure as hell wasn’t going to move faster than he was.  Not with the long drop he kept looking down at from the ledge.  If he was lucky one missed step wouldn’t kill him… ok, maybe that would be unlucky.  It would probably be lucky if he died in a fall.<br/><br/>After a quick shake of his head the ex-soldier tried to drive that thought from his head.  As ell as tried to ignore the heat and humidity as well as the view of the city.  It wouldn’t help to think about it at all.  Just focus on that thumping sound of music.  Their destination.  And focus on the utility lines.<br/><br/>When he reached the lines though Darion barely held back the groan.  They were so much smaller than they looked from the ground.<span style="color: green">“Shit… looks like it…”  </span><br/><br/>Then he head the same thing Bleu did.  The music stopping.<span style="color: green">“Moving.” </span>Darion said quickly before getting lined up with the lines across from their target.  Then took a deep breath and started to move.  Suddenly very glad he wasn’t drunk.  The lack of balance with alcohol would have killed him with this crossing.  Moving at a very slow jog he put one foot infront of the other and started to run across the utility line.  Praying to any and all gods who would listen that the lines would not crumble under him or cause him to loose balance.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>