[Kratos has been keeping an eye on Skulduggery, but for the most part has also been examining the air, the land laid out below them, the general tenor of this world. He'd done it on the way in as well, but it was most likely going to take longer before he really understands it -- and he doesn't particularly want to make a mistake that would attract too much attention.
[Such as destroying the power of a city. For instance.
[So Kratos feels it when Skulduggery slows, when the wind has gotten thinner. Overhead, vacuum is so close it looks like a window they might be right up against.]
Yes.
[It's the last thing Kratos will say out loud; he exhales to rid himself of excess air, and turns off all other mortal necessities, for the movement into vaccuum. A twitch of those glowing, fragmented wings sends him drifting closer to Skulduggery, slightly above him. Kratos reaches down to take hold of the back of Skulduggery's neck-tie, taking the opportunity to tag him with a bit of mana so Kratos's spells negate on contact. He's never carried anyone in vacuum before; best not risk Skulduggery being caught in the mana-burn.
[The next beat of his wings is harder, and sends a current of lightning threading down over their clothes. The air's too thin to simply pull himself through it anymore; now with each beat, arcs of lightning form and push them ever upward, shaped more like the feathered wings customary to angels. His wings of fragmented light are still there, pressing the mana beneath them, but while they pass from upper atmosphere into orbit proper, it seems as though there's a large electric-winged cocoon around them.]
no subject
[Such as destroying the power of a city. For instance.
[So Kratos feels it when Skulduggery slows, when the wind has gotten thinner. Overhead, vacuum is so close it looks like a window they might be right up against.]
Yes.
[It's the last thing Kratos will say out loud; he exhales to rid himself of excess air, and turns off all other mortal necessities, for the movement into vaccuum. A twitch of those glowing, fragmented wings sends him drifting closer to Skulduggery, slightly above him. Kratos reaches down to take hold of the back of Skulduggery's neck-tie, taking the opportunity to tag him with a bit of mana so Kratos's spells negate on contact. He's never carried anyone in vacuum before; best not risk Skulduggery being caught in the mana-burn.
[The next beat of his wings is harder, and sends a current of lightning threading down over their clothes. The air's too thin to simply pull himself through it anymore; now with each beat, arcs of lightning form and push them ever upward, shaped more like the feathered wings customary to angels. His wings of fragmented light are still there, pressing the mana beneath them, but while they pass from upper atmosphere into orbit proper, it seems as though there's a large electric-winged cocoon around them.]