Chiro looked to Arget, the scrapes, the broken battered body he now used.  He breathed out, "Please trust me, Arget!  We do not have time for this!"<br/>He continued sending them up toward the roof, "We didn't fly, we glided to her rooftop, remember?  The glider, we still have the glider.  Well, you do.  I can't take you with me if I glide too. You have to take it and go.  The thing after us nearly killed me, Arget.  I spit fire in it's face, I cracked it's jaw.  It damn well nearly killed me down there.  It's still coming, and it's gotten hungry."<br/><br/>He headed for the roof, trying to make Arget come with him, supporting him too.  Now that the adrenaline was running out of his system, fatigue was close to overtaking him.  His wounds weren't helping.  "Maybe you'll have something to eat up there, but please, Arget!"