Theron's gaze flickered back and forth. He didn't have an easy method of dealing with this.
He had no flying abilities, and what methods he might be able to use to mimic such a thing for a short while were mitigated by the heavy inner armor weighing down all of his actions.
'In that case…'
Theron's body suddenly shot out like it was fired from a cannon, instantly reaching his top speed as he crossed over the cage, kicking off the top of it and soaring out.
Chi.
His dagger dug into the side of the rock face. He slipped a bit, the edge of the dagger barely sinking an inch in as cracks surfaced on it. Theron had no choice but to tilt the blade, his grip tightening as he hung from this edge.
At the same time, he pressed forward as hard as he could with little leverage to work with. If he let up the pressure, the blade just might carve out and back toward him.
