You b-b-l-link, two voices in your head forming a third synchronicity. You body under precise control frozen. Both bicker, both have their reasons. The details differ, as well as many conclusions. But among them, there is a common ground. One which you can focus on while leaving the rest. One which tell you to GO!
You rush into action, the walls are an obstacle, but they have a small space to stand on top. You clamber on the first, using the height to launch yourself further to the second one. Expecting to land partway to the next one, the jump goes further.
!
You *crash* into the next wall. The fall would have left you down for a few minutes at least. But the sting hurts only for a moment, and you’re back into shape in barely a blink.
Come on. Back, on top. Leap!
! !
You hang in the air for a moment. Barely managing to land with a third of your foot, the momentum carrying the rest. Now, you just have to keep it.
Land into crouch. Spring. Leap!
!
It’s fun. Don’t fall. Just run.
!
You hear laughter, an earnest unhinged mirth, soon joined by a second set of cackling. The two flowing into a chorus. Someone is having fun, and it might just be you.
!
A roar bellows out in front of you. You’re heading the right way, and you’re only speeding up.
Every step lands perfectly, striking the rough concrete, you don’t even have to measure your step, you just go faster, faster!
!
You’re running as fast as your escape yesterday, and you’re just engaged. Maybe a bit hungry, but you think that’s gonna be solved real soon.
!
Like a bat out of hell, you rocket towards the noises. Now clearly combat, as the impacts of flesh ring out.
!
Finally, you get close enough that the sphere of darkness encompasses the-. The *thing*.
A towering bare humanoid, more than two meters in height. And it’s wide, wider than five of you next to each other. Dark purple flesh forming a bulbous imitation of a person, dark veins bulging under it’s skin. It’s head emerging from the torso in a forward facing hump, neck non existent.
It’s facing away from you, and you have about two or three seconds until impact. With your current trajectory, it’s going to be direct.

>Tackle it? (Athletics roll required.)
>Jump on top of it? (Finesse roll required.)
>Write-in?

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(Mechanics)
You feel multiple contradicting ways at once.
You think multiple ways at once.
A few ways align, while the rest bicker. You deal with what’s agreed with, and leave the rest for later.

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(QM Faggotry)
Update late. Second half of the week was a surprise buttsex of unpleasantness. I apologize. Next update tomorrow.