He had raced down these steps the last time he had been here, following the scent of blood and the sounds of mayhem until the gas had given him pause to wrap a makeshift mask around his face. This time the descent was much slower, each foot needing careful placement, but he had a proper mask in place thanks to Delah and Amalia. It wasn't perfect though, and soon enough his eyes began to water once more, snot clogging his throat as the effects of the gas worked their insidious way within.
He had not meant to go last; he should have gone first, he realized too late, when Ronin slipped and fell and the bard was too far back to reach him. Nimble and light-footed he hurried down as carefully as he could to reach the demigod, offering a hand to help his friend up and cocking his head to the side in concern. "Far be it from me to suggest you don't put yourself in danger..." he murmured wryly to his training partner. "But it occurs to me that if we get in trouble down here, there's not many people to know and come looking for us in time. If you head back up to the top, do you think you could send your... your shadow-self down to keep an eye on us and scout ahead through... that?" he nodded towards the tangle of fallen stonework with a faint grimace. "It might be good practice, if nothing else."
But until then, they couldn't simply sit in the gas and wait. Jigano eyed the tumble of stone warily, looking from the Fae to the rest of his friends before coming to a swift decision. "For now, I'll go ahead and see if it opens up any further on." He cleared his throat self-consciously, stepping off to the side and behind a large chunk of fallen stone to hide his shifting body. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs as best he could through the mask before it faded with the rest of his clothing and gear into the long, serpentine shape of a reticulated python. His snake form could hold its breath for a great deal longer than any of his mammal forms, and he touched his nose briefly to Amalia's calf before sliding towards the rubble, attempting to slip through it as delicately as possible and scouting ahead to see how far the mess went.
Jigano turns into a big snake and scouts ahead through the rubble!
He had not meant to go last; he should have gone first, he realized too late, when Ronin slipped and fell and the bard was too far back to reach him. Nimble and light-footed he hurried down as carefully as he could to reach the demigod, offering a hand to help his friend up and cocking his head to the side in concern. "Far be it from me to suggest you don't put yourself in danger..." he murmured wryly to his training partner. "But it occurs to me that if we get in trouble down here, there's not many people to know and come looking for us in time. If you head back up to the top, do you think you could send your... your shadow-self down to keep an eye on us and scout ahead through... that?" he nodded towards the tangle of fallen stonework with a faint grimace. "It might be good practice, if nothing else."
But until then, they couldn't simply sit in the gas and wait. Jigano eyed the tumble of stone warily, looking from the Fae to the rest of his friends before coming to a swift decision. "For now, I'll go ahead and see if it opens up any further on." He cleared his throat self-consciously, stepping off to the side and behind a large chunk of fallen stone to hide his shifting body. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs as best he could through the mask before it faded with the rest of his clothing and gear into the long, serpentine shape of a reticulated python. His snake form could hold its breath for a great deal longer than any of his mammal forms, and he touched his nose briefly to Amalia's calf before sliding towards the rubble, attempting to slip through it as delicately as possible and scouting ahead to see how far the mess went.
Jigano turns into a big snake and scouts ahead through the rubble!
