[ Sam takes a step to the side. With a soft mechanical whir, his wings unfold seamlessly from the thruster pack on his back. They're thick metal and quite large, and yet move with a fluidity that's almost weightless, trembling slightly in the breeze while Sam looks up the cliff. ]
Propulsion. We go straight up. Just depends on how you prefer to be carried. Not on my back.
[ He turns a little, so that Jon can see the thruster pack lighting up blue. Being carried on Sam's back is not an option unless someone wants to have their everything burned straight off. ]
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[ Sam takes a step to the side. With a soft mechanical whir, his wings unfold seamlessly from the thruster pack on his back. They're thick metal and quite large, and yet move with a fluidity that's almost weightless, trembling slightly in the breeze while Sam looks up the cliff. ]
Propulsion. We go straight up. Just depends on how you prefer to be carried. Not on my back.
[ He turns a little, so that Jon can see the thruster pack lighting up blue. Being carried on Sam's back is not an option unless someone wants to have their everything burned straight off. ]