Gripping the area that was her chest with a shaky hand, breathing in deeply, and then out slowly as she tried to will the rapid beating against her sternum to chill out. Sniffling, as her body would run cold with sweat, she wasn't sure if she could do another full on sprint and be able to breathe afterwards, let alone climb that petching wall with nothing but her feet. Ximal's voice perked up from above her, offering advice, and then some, but she wasn't sure she wanted to try and smash her face into a wall or something. What if she jumped at the wrong time and then slipped, and fell, for a third time, and possibly a fourth, fifth, what if she continued to fail? Her eyes followed upwards to look at the darkly shadowed figure blocking the sunlight, just laying there, she assumed by how the angle of his presence displayed itself.
His voice goading her on with mere words, and tone of voice.
"Shuddup!" Ana snapped at him, feeling dizzy as she pulled herself up again "failure is not an option.." she muttered, more so to herself than to Ximal.
By theory what Ximal was saying should have worked, but did he take into account that she wasn't particuarly the strongest person there? Just a few rapid sprints, in quick succession had taken her breath away; back in Sunberth she might have had a little more stamina in the concerns of running due to having to do it all the time. Moving to the Spires however made it somewhat impossible to get a good run going with all those nasty things on the ground that could trip someone, catch the toe of a boot, and snap the ankle with the momentum of the sprint- not something she had wanted to do so high above the ground. She had grown soft in the regards of having to constantly run, and it was obvious it had taken its toll out on her over the last few seasons, her eyes fell, squinting at the ground. Petch.
Ambling away to begin the process of repeated failure again, she stared at the wall before her, scrutinized it and then followed the distance it was away from her. Slowing down isn't helping me... I got that the last few trys, but if I don't jump at the right time I'll just end up smashing into that petching wall.. and then what? Rubbing her hands together slowly, thoughtfully, inhaling and exhaling out a sigh, she began to roll her shoulders and stretch her neck. Falling the first time hurt.. made my neck sore, and now I'm all tensed up again.. Better to take this next attempt slow, and then speed up as I get closer. Clasping her hands together, she rubbed into her knuckle joints, and then the base rotating area of her thumb and flicked her hands away to her sides as if to say 'bring it- wall.' Backing up slowly by five paces.
When she felt ready she started out with a walk, which slowly turned into a jog, her arms bending, and then swinging back and forth with the rhythem of her gait. That then turned into a full run half way to the wall, which then became a sprint, her heart beating in her chest in tune with her footfalls until finally she would bend a knee, jump with the foot still on the ground, and let the other foot press into the wall as she would push up with her knee and attempt to propel herself upwards to Ximal. Everything went slow, but became decidedly detailed in the direction she was heading, her envirement blurred around her and all she had eyes for were Ximal. Come on! GO! Ana internally screamed as her arm stretched to reach for Ximal's waiting hand, not even brushing his fingertips before she hurtled back to the ground. NO!! PETCH!!
Time was a very fickle thing, it had slowed down just as adrenaline would rush through a viewers bloodstream, and the suspense was getting good. Then time would surprise that person, catching them off gaurd, by returning to normal, making everything seem so much faster than everything really was. That was exactly what had happened to Ana just then. 'PETCH!' She mouthed out her last internally thought word, flailing to get his hand but failing as she would land on the ground for a third time, her body crumpling into the ground as her feet would touch base. Pain was also a fussy and rather sadistic mistress, at times it could dissapear, and other times it enjoyed covering your body in every nasty thing it could. To be more precise, a sting had begun in Ana's knees, starting from her feet, and travelling upwards.
Hissing out multiple swear words, Ana twitched, and rolled a bit on the ground holding one of her two knees.