Now, you may think that jumping off a building to your death to avoid simple teleportation sickness would be a touch melodramatic. Then again, you have never experienced teleportation sickness, have you? So what would you know, huh?
In any case, even if it was a bit over the top to avoid the contents of his stomach being spun around like a washing machine on crack, jumping to his death was not what Seth was doing. At least it's not what he was planning to do, but maybe life would surprise him this time.
Even before he had stepped off the balcony, he was already putting his plan into motion. The leftover sword, a broadsword to be exact, which had been hovering diligently beside his head, had finally received its orders. Speeding through the air, like an excited kid on Christmas morning, the sword darted beneath Seth's feet as he plummeted through the air.
