"Don't let go!"

They huffed, straining to hold on to the edge of the cliff face, gritting their teeth "Why would I let go!" and they readjusted their grip on the sharp stone ledge, feeling the sharp stone biting into the flesh of their fingers.

"I mean it!"

"Samael," his companion still had their teeth gritted, and their muscles strained, "I hate you", he grumbled and she gave a muttered curse as she felt her fingers slip and the skin get rubbed away, grating against the stone surface as though against a piece of sandpaper, "But I'm not going to let you fall."

"Akeelah, I didn't know you cared that much."

She glared at him from over her shoulder, "Trust me, I don't." and turned quickly back to the task of concentrating on not losing her grip on the shear drop underneath them both, they were built much more durable then the humans, when fully grown, but they wouldn't want to test the theory "But Nisroc cares for you." She tried to pull them up and gave a groan at the exertion, and they dropped just a bit more dangerously over the edge "And I'm not going to hurt him by letting you go."

They had been separated from their squad, and thus the mentors that came down with them, and though their enemies had been defeated though a move that would have gotten them scolded had their mentor been there to witness it, the reason they now dangled over the edge of a shear drop below.

It had been one of the only times they had truly worked together without determent, as Samael drew the freshly blooded vampires after him and jumped over the edge of the cliff, the enemy following him, and Akeelah jumped after him. Her fingers dug sharply into the stone surface of the mountain edge, as she collided with the surface of the mountain side a huff of air was forced from her, and he had only just made it to grab onto her ankles and hang on for dear life.

The female warrior in training groaned in prolonged pain as the warm redness of blood dripped down her wrists, slicking her fingers against the edge of the stone. She bit her lip as her fingers began to slip, her faltering against her own grip that kept them from falling to what would surely be their deaths.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm bleeding." There was a hint of fear in her tone and he picked up on it immediately, "Why are you frightened?" she huffed, adjusting her grip in an attempt to reestablish it, "I'm slipping."

Samael sucked in a breath of fear of his own, tightening his grip on her ankles, and looked up when he felt her starting to struggle in maintaining her grip.

And then they slipped completely.

They both screamed as they began to fall, the females hands still reaching for the edge, both of them screaming as they fell away from the cliff side.

The two of them yelped and groaned when they were slammed into the side of the mountain face again, looking up at the large hands that had reached over the edge of the cliff from above and the fingers that curled tightly around the star makers wrists. They both looked up to meet the bright blue eyes of their mentor, and breathed a sigh of relief, Akeelah curled her fingers around the Power's, leaving bloody handprints around his wrists and he seemingly ignored them for a moment. Now was not the time.

"What are you two doing here?"

"Can we not do this now?"

"Just pull us up, man!"

He nodded, "Alright." With the ease of a seasoned warrior, the strength that comes with the rigorous training that Powers went through, he lifted them up from their precarious position, another Power stepped to his side, kneeling in the same manner and took hold of the other trainees wrists as his captain lifted the girl back to her feet that he too pulled the other up to his.

Once they were securely on the hard ground, the captain returned to his previous question, as he turned his trainees hands over to examine them closely.

"What happened that you ended up over there?" Nisroc nodded to the medic of his legion, Puriel, to exchange his trainee for the other in order to examine the females hands, and he rests his hands-on Samael's shoulders, "What happened?"

"We jumped."

His eyebrows met his hairline, "You two jumped?"

Samael grimaced, nodding at the flabbergasted gaze of his mentor, knowing that their was going to be no pleasure in the knowledge that they had willingly jumped over the edge.

"Hey, it may have not of been the most thought out plan," he held his hands up hopefully, "But, it worked, isn't that what matters?"

The look he got in return to his attempt clearly made it apparent that their mentor did not agree with that thought process. Nisroc glanced over at his medic, as he bound his mentees hands in bandages, and them back to the boy before him.

"No, not at all, were you two so desperately out of sorts that you thought it best to jump over the edge of a mountain?" he squeezed his shoulders, "What do you think would have happened had we not found you in time?"

"It worked man!" Akeelah grinned over at him, "I saw my life flash before my eyes, and it was amazing!"

"You two are going to give me a heart attack." Nisroc rolled his eyes and stepped away, motioning over his shoulder for them to follow, and they shared a smile as they did, "I swear, one of these days. This is the reason I have grays."

"You really do."

He glared playfully over his shoulder, "I do not."

"You said it!"

"We just agreed!"