As it quickly turned out, Damon's idea involved using his black ice manipulation to create a slope along the cliff wall and sliding down the ramp until they reached the bottom.
"...That's your idea?" Nyla asked, blinking at the only third of the ramp.
"I'll create the rest of the ramp along the way. Why?"
Nyla shook her head. "Nothing."
Damon moved past the girl and slowly lay flat on the slope, pushing off the edge and sliding down at a speed that was a little too fast.
And although he had two-thirds of the journey left to fix it, he still underestimated the speed at which he was going and crashed into the ground with a heavy thud.
The impact knocked air out of his lungs, but as if that wasn't enough—
"Aaa!—"
Nyla crashed right into him.
"I guess it wasn't too bad," she said as she propped herself on top of him.
Damon took a moment to regain focus. "Weren't you just screaming?"
"No," she replied with an overexaggerated oblivious expression. "You must've imagined it."
