[Syrlya feels the wind, and with a final lunge he teleports forward once more to the very end of the terrance, dropping down with his knees bending as he catches his weight. There, finished.
He straightens back up, looking over his shoulder a moment before he swings around the edge of the terrace enough to see Strange. Then he crosses his arms, leaning against him.] Had your fun, Strange?
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He straightens back up, looking over his shoulder a moment before he swings around the edge of the terrace enough to see Strange. Then he crosses his arms, leaning against him.] Had your fun, Strange?
[He raises a brow.]