[He's much farther out than he's ever been, but he's been wanting to get a better lay of the land, and he thinks he can survive on his own for a bit. That, and he needs to get away from the Obsidian Sanctum for awhile. When Apollo's chatter and Eldritch voices start becoming regular static amongst the roll of his drumming, it's time to take a vacation.
It's not that he hasn't been watching where he's going, it's just that his eyes are fixated on his surroundings more than where his feet are stepping. He knows to expect demons, or wild animals, or other 'sworn. He doesn't expect goddamn misshapen chunks out of the ground.
The shock of his ungraceful landing jars his senses that for the first time since he's started feeding on souls, his life energy tears away from him in a jagged ripple.
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It's not that he hasn't been watching where he's going, it's just that his eyes are fixated on his surroundings more than where his feet are stepping. He knows to expect demons, or wild animals, or other 'sworn. He doesn't expect goddamn misshapen chunks out of the ground.
The shock of his ungraceful landing jars his senses that for the first time since he's started feeding on souls, his life energy tears away from him in a jagged ripple.
Cue a very angry yell.
He hopes no one saw any of that :|]