[Flying, among sorcerers, is unheard of. Skilled Elementals can manipulate the air into carrying things, but having the control and concentration necessary to lift yourself was thought impossible until Skulduggery managed it.
Because of that, his only frame of reference has been what he's figured out how to do on his own. He's had a lot of opportunity to practice, and so far he's been able to fly out to other cities, making the trip look effortless when it's anything but -- especially to Valkyrie, who he's usually carrying at the time.
He felt like something of an expert. Next to Kratos's easy ascent, suddenly the smooth manipulation of air currents feels exceptionally clumsy.
Still, height has never been an issue, and initially Skulduggery doesn't find it too difficult to keep up with the angel. He stays vertical, hands splayed down by his sides, saving the fancy footwork for another time. He can and has felt exhaustion as a skeleton, but one of the annoying things about being dead is that exhaustion doesn't creep up on you, warning of its existence, prodding at your energy until you start to feel your muscles ache. It hits all at once. Fancy footwork has no place in trying out something new.
It's higher than Skulduggery's gone before, higher than he's trusted his own strength before, and he can definitely tell when the air starts to get a little thinner.]
Kratos.
[Dublin -- most of Ireland, in fact -- is laid out below them in a glittering web of lights. There's no fear in Skulduggery's voice, but there's a touch of worry. His ascent has slowed.]
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Because of that, his only frame of reference has been what he's figured out how to do on his own. He's had a lot of opportunity to practice, and so far he's been able to fly out to other cities, making the trip look effortless when it's anything but -- especially to Valkyrie, who he's usually carrying at the time.
He felt like something of an expert. Next to Kratos's easy ascent, suddenly the smooth manipulation of air currents feels exceptionally clumsy.
Still, height has never been an issue, and initially Skulduggery doesn't find it too difficult to keep up with the angel. He stays vertical, hands splayed down by his sides, saving the fancy footwork for another time. He can and has felt exhaustion as a skeleton, but one of the annoying things about being dead is that exhaustion doesn't creep up on you, warning of its existence, prodding at your energy until you start to feel your muscles ache. It hits all at once. Fancy footwork has no place in trying out something new.
It's higher than Skulduggery's gone before, higher than he's trusted his own strength before, and he can definitely tell when the air starts to get a little thinner.]
Kratos.
[Dublin -- most of Ireland, in fact -- is laid out below them in a glittering web of lights. There's no fear in Skulduggery's voice, but there's a touch of worry. His ascent has slowed.]