Lunging forward, Ma'stbaut tackled the male low around his waist. Wrapping his arms around his body, he pulled him right out of his boots and kept going over the nose of the ship.
There was a certain sense of satisfaction as he watched a brief flash of panic in the Njeriuujk's eyes before it was quickly wiped out.
"Are you planning to kill us both?" asked Pure. He wasn't flailing as he fell; his body was under Ma'stbaut's, and he was the one who was going to take the brunt of the fall.
But he still seemed so calm.
"I won't die from this height," shrugged Ma'stbaut. He changed his grip so that his legs were surrounding Pure's while he moved his hands to Pure's shoulders, making sure that the other male couldn't move. "But from what I can remember, you can."
