[color=800000]Even Rost found himself taken by surprised after being launched into the sky looming over an overgrown canopy. Rost quickly relaxed himself, as his shirt and ponytail fluttered in the wind. Then as Rost scratched his head with the sheath that held his blades, thinking of a way to land safely, he noticed that the forest beneath him was on somewhat of a large slope. In one fulid movement, Rost unsheathed his sword and the sheath began fanning out into its shield form. Firmly securing his right foot into the shield's handle, Rost braces himself so his shield would absorb the bulk of the impact as he entered the canopy feet first.

Rost hit the ground harder than he expected, but the mass of branches he smashed through on his way down allowed him to decrease his descent enough to make the impact bearable to withstand. With his sword in hand craving a path atop of his shield, as if it was a sled, Rost descended down the hill. Rost's sword acting as an extension of his body flowing with a natural harmony, severing any limbs reaching out to him from the trees; until, the forest gave way to an opening. As the sun gleamed down on Rost's face only to hear whistling in the distance, he began laughing out of pure ecstasy over his ride down.[/color]