Locusts swarmed ahead of Sam and provided footholds. The moment he leapt off one, they moved up so he could land again. Flight was as simple as walking. He bounded from cluster to cluster and kept his eyes on the beast’s writing form. It was struggling against the pull, so it would be a hot second before it reached the lake. And a hot second was all Sam needed.

Vergil chased followed closely behind, teleporting to each platform in the brief moment they were available.

“Think you can keep up?” said Sam.

“I can keep.” He phased out of existence and then reappeared on a disintegrating slab of locusts. “Up just fine.”

- Ragnarust Round 2