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Diann sprinted at top speed. She wasn’t going to make it. No, she had to make it. With a burst of speed she didn’t know she had, she ran forward and activated her jetpack, lifting off and landing on the upwards-shooting elevator with a soft thump. She turned towards Torian.
“Come on!” She called, reaching out to him. He followed, completely misjudging the distance and crashing into the side. Diann grasped his forearm and pulled him up.
“Was that really necessary cyare?” He groaned.
“Have you tried waiting for those things?” Diann pointed out as they reached the next level.