[Jehan Chumomisto]

He was a much better climber than he had though, but he didn’t have time to gloat in his new found skill or comfort the stinging of his hands and knees or butt from sliding down the side of this cliff. He paid no attention to the pain, he would feel it the next brightening that much was for sure. But now he was in a state of panic, he might as well have been climbing down a mountain of pillows than this jagged cliff. Stress and worry blocked out all other worldly things such as pain and in times common sense.

It however didn’t block out mistakes. As Jehan’s foot got caught and sent him over the end he figured he was done for. He would land on a large spiked rock and it would impale him through the guy and Gitana would be left here to die. He had killed his little sister…

He didn’t have long to brew on the thought but to him it seemed like it was ages as he fell into some drying mud. He lay there forgetting nearly everything else. What had happened and where Gitana was. He could smell the drying clay and soon was tasting it as he lay there waiting for death. Waiting to feel the pain of the rock that had killed him even though it wasn’t there. His mind was rattled and he was now accepting his fate. He could hear his sister speaking to something but couldn’t hear the words.

That is until she cried his name. It rang straight through to his core and he pulled himself up out of the mud. “Mulo later” he mumbled to himself as he took off to the direction that he heard his sisters voice in.

If he came upon the scene of his sister being surrounded by small gnomes he wouldn’t think, he would just act. Pain aside, disorientation becoming clear instantly in a moment o protectivness against his sister. He would run as fast as he could pulling out his blow-gun. He would run at the nearest and smallest gnome and punt kick him as hard as he could, hopefully with enough force to actually take it off the ground and a decent distance. He would then pull out his blowgun and shoot a single dart at the one that was closest to Gitana that seemed like the leader.

He would then dash off towards Gitana standing in front of her arms out, kicking or pushing any gnomes in his way.

Assuming he hit the gnome he would call out “You will Muller’d be in brightening if you cure can’t find...Gypsy Amria you have been” he pointed at the gnome still with his blowgun out. He could use it to hit these tiny beings if he needed to.

If he had missed he would shoot again from this spot sure that he wouldn’t miss. He may have only had basic training but a target this size would be easy to hit even from where he had started.