Brady kept up a good pace as he scaled the wall. As he reached out, he occasionally let out a grunt or held his breath to get the extra push out of his system. His body felt a live, but he wasn’t sure if that was the euphoria from the physical exertion or the proximity to Lieutenant Tosh. He seemed to get almost giddy when talking with the Angosian. He had to compose himself a bit more, or risk looking like a fool.<br/><br/>Halfway up, he licked his lips as the air dried them with the wind. His hand didn’t quite get a good hold on a crevice and it slipped out. For a moment Brady dangled by one hand. Luckily, he was nearly as light as the air itself and managed to get his other hand back on the wall. He didn’t look over to Tosh, for fear of the expression on his face. Brady was sure his face looked like he nearly escaped death. Perhaps being overdramatic, but nonetheless he was momentarily phased.<br/><br/>Brady recomposed himself and managed to continue climbing. Reaching the top ledge, he hoisted himself up. His lithe body rolled out onto the ground, his legs and arms spread outward. Brady’s chest was heaving and he closed his eyes. Climbing was very different from swimming.<br/><br/>