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[color=9e0b0f][b]Location: Training Grounds
Interactions: Hex & Nymph[/b][/color][/center]

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Talon felt the grip of the rockface begin to slip beneath his fingertips. The strength in his hands was enough for a real foothold, but this pit was far from a climber's dream. He slid an inch further, attempting to dig his fingernails deep into the earth. He gritted his teeth against the sight. He looked around, quickly - was there anything that he could utilize for leverage? What would Grayson do? Talon reeled - there was nothing. Almost nothing. From over the end of the ledge, a pale hand with long black clawed like nails reached out and down towards him. It must be Hex - the ghost boy. Talon guessed he had laid himself prone on the ledge and reached out without hesitation. His reach wasn't quite long enough though - there was still about a foot of difference in where Talon was on the inside of the ledge. But there was no time to second guess his moves - he only  had a few seconds before the earth would give way beneath him. He dug the heel of his boot against the earth, used every ounce of strength to launch himself higher.

It was only a millisecond, but it felt longer.

Hex was a boy who was already demonstrating an eager-ness to be one of the team. To contribute. Talon had admired his volunteering right away to fight Black Canary, noticed he was quick to console Nymph after their sparring session, and now here he was, willing to literally outstretch for him. Not a bad teammate.

Talon grasped Casper's hand in his own, but immediately knew the Wraithborn would not be able to hold his weight. If it came to that, Talon would let go. There was no point in dragging the boy with him for his own mistake. Luckily, Talon didn't have to worry about that. Because only seconds behind Hex was Nymph. She was on Hex's other side, and she too reached down to grab Talon, holding onto his arm. The three of them hung there for a moment, not quite being able to pull themselves upward. Talon's self-toss prevented him from putting his feet on the ledge for support.

He looked down passed his feet, saw the long distance he would fall. Then back up to his teammates, who were risking their own safety for him. Why were they doing that? It was his own mistake. It was his fault. His arrogance. He couldn't see Hex's face but could feel him straining his arm to help keep hold of Talon. Talon could however see Nymph - and she looked so worried. This girl he had just fought with, she too was a creature of such empathy and warmth. Talon couldn't help but feel supported....

Wait, no - he was actually being physically supported. He shook off his daze and realized it was because of Nymph's abilities - her hair was taking on that shape it had briefly during their encounter. He could feel her wrapping around his arm, trying it's best to secure him. If she kept it up, he'd turn out safe after all. He was about to try and thank them both, but felt himself get cut off.

Her hair - the living foliage that it was - had begun to coil around his neck. She looked as surprised as he did. They seemed to constrict a little tighter, and Talon could hear her calling out - maybe to him, maybe to Hex and the others. But everything was starting to get fuzzy. Talon felt a tear drop splash against his face as his vision began to grow white...