Temple Run

Smothering a chuckle at the dripping blue thing, Tark knelt down at the edge of the riverbank.

Fast moving current, Tark thought to himself as he picked up a fallen branch and tossed it into the river.

But not so fast as to render fording impossible, he concluded, watching the branch bob in the water.

Taking a breath, Tark planted the end of his poleax into the riverbed and started making his way across.

Kikli displays a comforting smile because of Kiksu's words, although he still felt uncomfortable about the situation. While he goes for a dip Kikli pulls out his climbing gear and makes sure his equipment is secure.

Can't let fear of drowning deter from our goal, unacceptable. Plus I have a plan, excellent safe plan. He says nervously, tying one end of the synthetic cable around a nearby tree, not aware Tark already began making his way through the river.

Ketta climbs back onshore and gives quick shake which splatters water around him in a small spray. His jumper gear clothing now heavily clinging to his tiny wet body sags off his frame. He tighten the straps of his backpack down, wringing them out in the process, and dribbling water down the front of his pants. He twists around and fiddles with the large blaster hanging from his waist band which has been dragging in the muddy soil since he climbed out of the water. He picks the front of the weapon up and tucks it under the rear of the backpack and tromps back towards the rope bridge.

good, nice and cool. He mutters to himself.

I'll get it this time for sure... just didn't want to make a bad impression

Ketta strolls across the swaying creaking bridge, placing one small foot in front of the other, his hands held out away from his body ready to grab the rope hand rails should his footing falter. His hands don't actually reach the outer ropes, but it ends up not being necessary and his tiny feet pitter patter across the rope with grace and elegance until he glides into the grass on the other side if the water.

His arms return to their sides and he wriggles his shoulders against the tight backpack as he looks for his squadmates without even the slightest air of pridefulness.

Caution payed off Tark pondered as he shook his legs of water.

Turning to face the rest of the group still on the other side, he hollered to them, "I managed to find a high path, follow where I walked.

Please wait for me! Kikli shouts out as he attaches the rope to his belt. Walking up to the bridge he takes a breath and begins to slowly make his way across the creaking bridge.

After watching Kikli make it safely across the bridge, Zom steels himself and shouts out across the river. Hey Tark, if this bridge breaks I'm jumping off your way! Keep that axe ready!

He crosses slowly at first, anxiously eyeing the rushing waters below. The bridge turns out to be easier to cross than expected, and Zom feels empowered by facing danger.