(Oh, gosh. Thank you. I admire your role-playing style, as well. )
Dal Dal climbed up a few balconies, until she arrived at the roof of a building. She took only a few seconds to admire the picturesque view, before she turned and did back-handsprings in succession until she got to the edge of the roof. She wasted no time in throwing herself off the edge, flipping until she landed on her feet. She did a quick turn, and began running once more, picking up speed until she jumped off that roof, doing a cartwheel in mid air, until she ended up on another roof.
She glanced at her watch quickly, allowing herself a few seconds to catch her breath. "Too slow,"
she chided herself. Dal Dal turned and began running once more. She focused on her speed, though she didn't cut down on her gymnastics. A free-runner has to be elegant as well, of course.
She jumped down unto a roof, continuing running until she stopped not far from a staircase. The wind had gotten stronger, but that was no problem. She noticed someone free-running, though their form was basic, is this what she'd have to compete with tomorrow? Hah, I can claim the prize from now.
She ran and jumped over to the boy, skidding to a stop right beside him. She quickly held on to his arm, preventing him from moving, as she walked to in front of him so she could face him. He was taller than her, by about five inches. "You're in my territory, you know."
she said softly, as she examined him. "Are you competing in the tournament tomorrow?"
she inquired, not looking up to his face, but still examining his form, posture, and anything else she could remember.
Damian couldn't help but notice a few other free-runners around. He was absolutely shocked when he saw 'Dal Dal' somersaulting through the air above him, and he was equally happy and surprised when he noticed Zaichi not far from him. To spot two professional free-runners in less than an hour, he sure had quite a lot of luck today.
He'd even read that people flew in from all over the world to get a chance to compete in this race. Well, it wasn't hard to believe. Since she
was in the race, along with just about every pro-racer in the city. He stood, still staring at Zaichi. If he wanted a good spot in the competition, he'd have to compete against her. He couldn't help but gape in awe at the way she ran across the roof-tops, swung around rails and climbed up walls all while maintaining the perfect form.
He watched her move out of sight, before finally turning and resuming his running. He climbed up some balconies, then jumped from one building to the next, carefully moving across window panes and railings. He swung himself onto a rooftop, cartwheeling twice before jumping to another building. The wind was beginning to pick up, but he needed to learn to run in all types of weather.