When the heat rolled in, Rose shrugged out of her jacket and threw it over her arm. She was glad to be out and part of the trial; the sooner this war was over, the sooner she’d be home and back to dealing with the usual small-scale disasters.
“This might be the deadliest obstacle I’ve seen.” She wandered over to the cliff edge, peering down at the molten rock below. “Very Earth, though. Sorta Indiana Jones.” She cocked her head, listening to her teammates discuss a plan of attack.
“I’ll do it.” She turned and grinned at them. “A dodgy bridge being the only thing saving us from a fiery death? That’s right up my alley.” Just add some running and a bunch of people trying to kill her, and you had Rose’s favorite pastime.
The blonde straightened her spine and let her inappropriate glee with the situation fade from her voice. “Besides, the bridge will probably be swinging every which way as you cross it. You’re gonna need good balance and reflexes to make it over in one piece.”
She gestured to her jacket. “And if anyone’s got a knife, we can break down my jacket into strips. The first person across can mark weak spots along the way, make it easier for the rest to avoid falling to their doom.”