Domison's bare soles sunk into the ground slightly as he landed, keeping his knees soft to absorb the high-speed landing. He felt like the impact should have been harder on his body but he felt so light and nimble; the ground also seemed too squishy, for what had once been hard-packed dirt just days before. A cacophony of noise enveloped him as soon as he hit the ground, muffled before by the tightly packed branches looping around each other endlessly and massive crimson leaves sprouting.
Mel was screaming curses, stopping only to rip sobbing breaths from the air. He could hear Mike, at least he assumed that was who the moaning and wheezing belonged to. There was something else too, and he plunged through the packed underbrush, running towards the commotion as quickly as his newly empowered body could take him. He pushed himself as hard as he could, not understanding how the couple had gotten so far away from the hollow in the tree he had scaled.
