The first wall was the tallest by his measurements. It had to be at least ten feet tall, a good four feet above his head. As the horses continued to approach, and his breath began to even out, he cracked his knuckles and flexed his fingers. The gloves he wore were thick but not necessarily thick enough to guard against any sharp rocks he might grasp. If he could reach the top, he’d be able to fling himself over to the other side where the ground would be slightly higher so the fall would be manageable. But first he had to leap up and grab hold of something solid enough he could pull himself up along the smooth surface of the exterior.
He could’ve used Cassius’s height about now.
