[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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Fionn glanced at the broom as Gertrude sat upon it. Side-saddle; it only made sense, it'd be too thin for anything else without a seat. Impossible to grip with the legs, unlike a horse.

Or would it be? It would depend on the thighs, of course. But it would be wildly uncomfortable.

[color=#008b8b]"Works for me!"[/color] he said, placing his weight against the broom, legs facing the opposite direction as Gertrude's. For balance. The back end of his hauberk shook out behind him so that he wasn't sitting directly atop the mail, and with his now-clawed hands, he grasped the broom on either side of him. [color=#008b8b]"Let's see how high up we can get me to start, eh?"[/color]

Without any further fanfare, Gertrude set off, the broom rising and darting forward as fast as any horse he'd ever ridden on. The rest set off as well, Gisela and Krysia wasting no time engaging the others. The plan as the captain had explained it quickly fell apart; no surprises there to Fionn, well acquainted with how often plans would crumple as soon as any enemy resistance was encountered.

Squinting, he could see Rolan far below, taking a shot at the demon before resuming his climb upwards—pausing to reload and take a shot at Gisela herself. [color=#008b8b]"Now's as good a chance as any,"[/color] he said to Gertrude just in front of him. [color=#008b8b]"Sling me by that cliff face, I'll jump and catch it. Get up as quick as you can and see if you can't give Rolan some covering fire in return."[/color]

As the broom made its swift approach for the cliff face in question, Fionn, hands gripping it white-knuckled, carefully positioned himself so that his feet were up atop the stick. Better not to waste any time at all, he figured—he'd just have to hope he didn't throw off Gertrude's flight path too much. Once she came close enough he released the broom, propelling himself off of it with a wild leap that sent him flying straight for the cliff face—

[color=#008b8b][i]"Gah!"[/i][/color]

He slammed hard into the wall, his now-clawed fingers grasping and scratching at the rocky face, carving small furrows as he slid down a bit before they found purchase. His feet kicked into decent footholds a moment after, and he hold on, trying to force wind back into lungs that had just had all the air knocked out of them, nearly three-quarters of the way to the top. Now, his only company was the wind blowing around him and the sounds of battle on the far side.

He reached up with his right hand, digging his claws in and [i]forcing[/i] a handhold to exist with his magically-strengthened limbs. [color=#008b8b]"Alright, stay occupied with the rest—"[/color]

He dug his toes into another foothold, half-pushing, half-pulling himself up until he could sink his left hand in just like his right.

[color=#008b8b]"—and hopefully you'll be too busy for me coming up behind you."[/color]