Duo caught his breath, feeling laughter bubble in his chest. Hell of a rush. His heart was doing the jackhammer dance, pounding in his chest. He jerked when Kisame stopped suddenly and blinked, automatically tightening his hold.
It'd suck to make it down a hundred foot cliff in one piece and then break his nose on the dismount.
Kisame kept walking. Duo glanced up, following his line of sight.
Oh.
He tensed, shoved his hands against Kisame's chest and pulled his legs up, twisting out of Kisame's grip to land awkwardly. His foot flared with ugly pain. Duo barely noticed, his attention was focused on one thing.
Deathscythe.
But wrong.
No feet, no paint, and half buried in rock. Too old. Very broken.
Just this place screwing with him again.
Duo sat down hard by the water's edge and put a hand over his face. "That's not real."