Lionel had a trickier time avoiding the deteriorating rock—directly flanking Rictor, it was his heavy footfall that had made the stone give way. The blue mage scrambled for more stable ground, rushing forward to avoid falling into the dark unknown. Shaken and off-balance, the man almost careened headfirst into the Feldwebel. He only just avoided slamming into the woman; the relief he felt at both near-misses was almost palpable.
“Watch your step,” the blue mage said after a moment, offering a small, apologetic smile to Violet. He couldn’t claim to know the Feldwebel well, but Lionel knew he didn’t want to do anything to land on the woman’s bad side.