Arget scrambled to the edge as Chiro and Mag went over.  His pulse pounding in his ears, he glared down, one eye red in the white, and nearly cracked his teeth grinding them.  One of his first real friends was going to die.<br/><br/>"Arget! Get out of here! Don't worry about me, I'll be ok!" Chiro's words resonated in his mind as he rigged up the ragged glider left behind.<br/><br/>"Fuck you, Chiro.  Fuck you and your noble streak, we're getting out of here, the both of us..." He snarls to himself, tears in his eyes as he dives off the building, terrified, stomach jumping as momentum leaves it far behind with his plummet.  It's at that point that he realizes that hangliders, sadly, are VERY difficult to operate untrained.  He's catching up to Chiro fast - but this wasn't how he wanted to do it...<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Raice looks back to Jentan only briefly, before slipping the few items in his pockets, then removed the plastic cap from one of the syringes and squirted it slightly, flicking his forked tongue to taste the air the tarry solution jumped through.  "No way..." A mischievous grin spreads across his face.  "This isn't... is it?" He puts the syringes away in his side pack, pocketing the rings and vials as well, and then taking a look at the small object.  "Never ever know what comes in handy.  What I was saying," He turns to Jentan again.  "Yeah, that's a valid concern.  So I'll tread lightly, and lookie what I found as a result." He lifts up the vial of 100%.  "It's not mere berserker juice.  It's a combat godhood realized, if all that shit they talk about the cults worst is true." He puts it away as well, before the clash from whence he came reaches his ears, and he slithers on back in the direction of the fight.