[center][h3]Gaius Stronurr[/h3]
[sub]The Meeting Point[/sub][/center]

	Gaius left behind a series of iron footprints as he sprinted across the cliff's edge to the best of his ability, picking up considerable speed as he kicked up dirt with his jade-set boots. "And we're off," He said softly to himself with a huff, kicking off of the rocky ledge. His final step sent stones crumbling into the abyss below. For a moment, it looked as if the massive glider wasn't going to hold together, but several meters away from the cliff's edge, Gaius and Lee were gliding without much trouble through the vast expanse of clear sky. "Hold on tight," He shouted past the noise of his armor clattering against the wind, "It's quite the drop!" That it was. There was no chance of survival if somebody fell from a height like this.

[center][h3][i]Twang![/i][/h3][/center]

	The noise was accompanied by a sudden weightlessness in his right shoulder. Gaius looked up and quickly rose his right hand to grab the bar that snapped from its joint on his shoulder plate, barely managing to secure his grip before the glider lose balance. "Whoa-Whoa!" Gaius cried out in a panic, struggling to keep his wingspan level as he trailed behind the other gliders, who'd passed him up by now with ease. "Shoot- No! Shit!!"

	Gaius and Lee began losing altitude, but were able to remain airborne. But how long would it be before the second latch snapped? Perhaps this contraption wasn't meant for two people after all..