[Namur waves him off. Have a little faith, bro. Then he gives himself a couple of steps worth of a lead and runs. He jumps wide, hands grasping at the top of the outermost support beam like it's a gymnast's bar, and swings himself up and around. If he wanted to break shit he'd come down hard in a crouch, shunting all of that momentum into the baked clay tiles and making them shatter. But he doesn't do that. Instead, his feet barely make contact before he's flipping backward, landing on his hands, and swinging his body through into a breakdance halo to dissipate the jump's momentum. When he feels it's gone, he stops himself in mid air, straightens up into a normal handstand, then drops his feet gently as he stands. He cocks his fingers like a gun and "shoots" at Marco, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth and winking.]
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See? Ain't even a crack.