Yang didn't wait for an answer. Unlike Ulen, who moved like the summer breeze and utilized a gentle mana lift to carry his guests, Yang was a creature of blunt force.
He didn't offer a hand; instead, he simply reached out and grabbed Leo by the back of his collar as if he were a lost kitten.
Leo felt his feet leave the ground, dangling uselessly as Yang braced his legs against the earth.
"Hold your breath," Yang grinned, his teeth flashing white against his tanned skin. "And try not to bite your tongue."
BOOM!
Yang propelled himself forward like a falling meteor launched from a railgun.
Leo's vision instantly blurred, filled with shades of blues and greys. They weren't flying; they were falling upward, streaking across the sky with such speed that the wind felt they were trying to rip off Leo's face.
