“Don’t fall,” she calls with a grin.
“Planning not to.”
The bridge tilts sharply.
Bron lunges forward and grabs my arm before I can slip.
“Got you.”
“Thanks.”
“Try not to die before the fun part.”
“Encouraging.”
We leap the final gap just as the bridge collapses behind us with a tremendous splash of mud.
The stadium erupts in cheers.
Bron glances up at the massive screens overhead.
“Think they like us.”
“Keep moving.”
We reach the next terrain module—a labyrinth of vertical steel pylons that rise and sink into the ground like enormous pistons.
I watch their rhythm.
Up.
Pause.
Down.
The pattern repeats every four seconds.
“Wait,” I say.
Bron halts instantly.
“You sure?”
“Three beats.”
The pylons slam down again with earth-shaking force.
“Now!”
We dash forward.
The ground shakes as the next piston crashes down inches behind Bron’s heels.
He laughs breathlessly.
“Oh that’s fantastic.”
“You’re insane.”
