The Count put on all the speed he could, pushing his enhanced muscles to their fullest. Vaulting the rail, but leaving his left hand gripping it to anchor his, he stretched out to his falling form with the Count’s right hand. The Count managed to just reach his wrist as he stretched his body as far as he could.
He might not have been overly fat, but he was certainly dense. Even the Count’s advanced musculature was pushed to its max just to stop his descent. Gravity almost made him lose him as he absorbed what momentum he had started to build after letting go. The Count felt as if his left arm was being ripped out of its socket, and he swore he heard something pop. He pushed that pain aside and tightened his grip on his wrist.
He didn’t say anything to me, just looked up at the Count with
