[h1]Edolas[/h1][h3]Mayt and Mayat --- Edolas Phoenix Wing[/h3] Mayt grunted, and rolled off the table to his feet, still controlling his breathing. He started making slow steps towards the door, or what he assumed was the door. Everything was still fairly blurry. Mayat just watched him, a smirk on her face. She didn't try to stop him, deciding she might as well let him make a fool of himself. He winced as he bumped into the doorframe, but his steps became more sure. [b]"I'm... Going with dammit."[/b] He put a hand to his head, turning it in a slow circle. Eventually he spotted what he was pretty sure was the legion. He started walking towards the large creature. He grunted slightly, trying to look past the images flashing before his eyes. [b]"I owe my mother a good... A good earfull."[/b] He muttered under his breath, gently reaching out and feeling the side of the creature, looking for an easy way to grab on. He managed to find the hump of the Legion's leg, and started to pull himself up, throwing one foot on top of the groove. He went slowly, his vision swimming. Once he had gotten partway up, he threw his hand up looking for something else to grab to pull himself up.

Mayat just shook her head as she watched her Earthland version try to climb the Legion. He was doing it like a novice, something that shouldn't surprise her, and he seemed to be out of it. [b]"Hmmm. Hey, Miss Icy-Talks-a-lot. Something seems weird. He keeps saying his head hurts, but he seems to have full control over himself. Most head-trauma I see seems to cause people to lose motor control somewhat, but he seems fine."[/b] Mayt squinted his eyes shut, wincing, and stopped climbing, leaving his hand in the air. Mayat moved forward a step, but Mayt started trying to continue up, taking his sweet time about it.