Olive stopped by the cliff, which Zombie instantly recognized as the very same fake cliff that hosted the Sloth-made artillery cannon in the first playthrough.
*Whooosh*
Olive's stop was instantaneous and didn't cause any damage to the scenery, and surprisingly enough, neither did Zombie's – instead a strong wind pressure cushioned the boy's body as he twisted his body into a kick but didn't actually make any physical contact with either the ground or the fake cliff.
"Huh... That's a fucking neat way to use an offensive skill as a utility one..."
The old elf raised his brows and muttered, nodding with a discreet approval.
"...ye-yeah... mana, refill... again... please..."
Zombie agreed with him, wheezing heavily, focusing on just staying up on his feet after getting completely exhausted by the few hours of constant running.
