[She takes a few steps back, sizing up her jump. She takes a few deep, cleansing breaths, closing her eyes. Concentrating. After a few seconds, she bursts into a run, surprisingly fast for someone with such short legs. She jumps, and sails up - almost as if something plucked her from the air and guided her there. She lands with a thud on the top, grabbing on to the little peak for leverage. She takes another deep breath, and smirks down at Scout.]
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