[ The fact Machop is holding onto him and likewise depending on him to hold on to Flygon is what keeps Kirishima hanging on, though the strain is clear on his face and the snarl of his mouth, especially when they start to move. He might not be as strong as he used to be, but he's strong enough. Red eyes flash over Estinien as he leans over to help; ridiculously, he's more scared either of these samaritans are going to get hurt. But Estinien doesn't even seem to be bothered, which gives Kirishima confidence.
He doesn't hesitate to obey, dropping as soon as he can pry his fingers out of their death-grip. Onto the back of a metal bird. ]
Woah!
[ He was expecting feathers, not armor, but he's not about to complain. His now-free arm moves to try and find purchase on the steely feathers while the other one immediately wraps around his Machop and drags him into his lap like a big brother about to let his kid sibling take the steering wheel of the car while he pushes the pedals. Only his legs are gripping the Corviknight's neck as best he can. ]
Thanks, Temple!
[ Adrenaline is pounding through him right now. Holy crap, they're really flying! ]
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He doesn't hesitate to obey, dropping as soon as he can pry his fingers out of their death-grip. Onto the back of a metal bird. ]
Woah!
[ He was expecting feathers, not armor, but he's not about to complain. His now-free arm moves to try and find purchase on the steely feathers while the other one immediately wraps around his Machop and drags him into his lap like a big brother about to let his kid sibling take the steering wheel of the car while he pushes the pedals. Only his legs are gripping the Corviknight's neck as best he can. ]
Thanks, Temple!
[ Adrenaline is pounding through him right now. Holy crap, they're really flying! ]