[ At Steve's nod he waits and watches curiously as the other man seems to do something that almost looks like a short version of the meditation he's familiar with before the Horizon was involved. When Steve opens his eyes and moves Claude doesn't question it, just follows with as much caution as he can muster for when it feels like there's no time to lose.
The gap taunting them where the floor once isn't a surprise, but what is is the question that follows. Claude eyes Steve first and then studies what they (Steve) need to clear, absently forming half-finished sigils with the fingers of one hand as he thinks. Somewhere, somehow: Lysithea can surely sense that he's about to try something with magic he hasn't before and is rolling her eyes in exasperation with theorems ready to prove how it can be done, if he would've only listened in class. But he shoves that memory away. It's no help here. ]
It's possible. [ Claude says it slowly, still evaluating what all that might entail in the small amount of seconds they can spare. With someone needing their help, there's no time to explain the ways he's familiar with using the spell he has in mind or that there's a good chance the Singularity - in whatever it does - will aid it to be what they need regardless, so he shakes his head. ] Better yet, it's worth a shot. If I aim it towards your feet timed for when you make it to the other side, the gust should push you farther in to where the floor's less damage.
[ Or - it'll push Steve into the wall waiting at the other end, depending on how the force catches the other man. Maybe he doesn't have to explain that part given all the other risk involved, and to make sure it's aimed exactly where it needs to go Claude steps forward with one cautious step after another to as far out as the floor on this side seems like it'll support him. He holds his hands out before him, both now aglow with the spell waiting to be called and looks to Steve with a nod of his own. ]
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The gap taunting them where the floor once isn't a surprise, but what is is the question that follows. Claude eyes Steve first and then studies what they (Steve) need to clear, absently forming half-finished sigils with the fingers of one hand as he thinks. Somewhere, somehow: Lysithea can surely sense that he's about to try something with magic he hasn't before and is rolling her eyes in exasperation with theorems ready to prove how it can be done, if he would've only listened in class. But he shoves that memory away. It's no help here. ]
It's possible. [ Claude says it slowly, still evaluating what all that might entail in the small amount of seconds they can spare. With someone needing their help, there's no time to explain the ways he's familiar with using the spell he has in mind or that there's a good chance the Singularity - in whatever it does - will aid it to be what they need regardless, so he shakes his head. ] Better yet, it's worth a shot. If I aim it towards your feet timed for when you make it to the other side, the gust should push you farther in to where the floor's less damage.
[ Or - it'll push Steve into the wall waiting at the other end, depending on how the force catches the other man. Maybe he doesn't have to explain that part given all the other risk involved, and to make sure it's aimed exactly where it needs to go Claude steps forward with one cautious step after another to as far out as the floor on this side seems like it'll support him. He holds his hands out before him, both now aglow with the spell waiting to be called and looks to Steve with a nod of his own. ]
Ready when you are.