Kisame gave a short, barking sort of laugh. There were not flips, just straight out fast-as-you-can forward motion because he was pretty sure flips would buck Grayson right off.
"Maybe next time," and each word was punctuated with a foot landing on a branch, near the trunk, because anything else and the branch would shatter. "When I offer to carry your skinny ass, you won't whine about it, huh?"
Adrenaline smells in his face and sides. Well, lovely. Now he had a matched set of junkies.