Ike limped up to the wall and took a deep breath. He looked behind him at Ronan. “I don't think I can do it."
Ike rubbed his leg that had only recently been taken out of the cast. Ronan and Clove ran beside him.
Alfred rolled his eyes. “This lot is so weak."
“They're pathetic," Freya scoffed.
“Don't be afraid, Ike," Clove said. She forced a smile but was concerned for him. It's not that she didn't believe he could do it, it was that she could hardly handle the idea of Ike getting hurt once more.
“I've got no idea how to make such a jump," Ike confessed. His muttonchops blew in the breeze.
Ronan put both his hands on Ike's shoulders and rubbed away the knots.
“Loosen up," Ronan said. “Don't focus on the jump, focus on the bell. And when you need to make the wings, breath out an
