[b]"...Uh, sir"[/b] Bruce raised his hand as the others started going off onto the zipline,and even though he nearly completely towered over both the teachers, he still looked at them with a great deal of respect. His eyes were still a little red and puffy from his reaction to the wonders of Professor Port's story, but it was clear that if he wasn’t prepared to throw himself into danger, he would still be crying at the emotional depth of the story. 

The coffee-guzzler didn’t cease sipping, even as the others started moving down the lines, and zipped over to Bruce at the speed of light saying: [b]”Yes, yes yes, what is it young man? A question before you throw yourself into the Falls?”[/b] To which he got a slow nod as Bruce regained his composure, asking: [b]”Do we have to use the lines?”[/b] Somewhat speechless, the professor adjusted his glasses, taking another sip and saying: [b]”No...No I suppose you don-”[/b] Bruce had moved before the man even finished talking, and was already running towards the edge of the cliff, gauntlets already on his arms. Diving off the ledge, Bruce descended the basin, running downwards on the steep slope, occasionally using his beartraps to slow himself down by grinding them into the grey mountain walls.

Eventually reaching the forest floor with a loud crash, Bruce looked around before he began walking north, at least from his view, and going straight. 
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Beliya had already begun sliding along her zipline, using her Joyeuse as a make-shift glider down the line, coming to a stop over the tree-line and dropping in, taking care to land on a branch on one of the many crimson trees. Narrowly avoiding landing on a nest of Rapier wasps, she descended from the tree, and scoped the area out. Trees, trees, rock over there, trees, trees, Beowulf, trees...Wait. 

Wheeling around just before she turned away, she took her machete-rifle in hand and approached silently behind the beowulf, and, once she was a breath away from it, the beast spun around and lunged at her. In one fell swing, she sidestepped the thing and sliced through it vertically with her blade, cleaving the thing apart cleanly from the hip. Breathing steadily, she closed her eyes and sheathed her weapon to her side...and only then did she notice the person bleeding out on the ground. Staring at him for a moment, then silently cursing herself, she dreaded the thought of trudging along with an injured partner. Figuring that none of that mattered, since the rules were set in stone, she walked over to him slowly and knelt down in front of him and asked: [b]”Can you walk?”[/b] at least trying to sound concerned.
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[b]”....Ahem.”[/b] Ineko, even in his armor would feel the tapping of the coffee-holic on his shoulder, though he only heard one, it must have felt like someone was dialing SOS on his suit as the professor then said: [b]”If you would please.”[/b] as he gestured with his mug to the basin below.