He does catch up, lifts himself onto the platform, looks over and-
The gusnlinger would have been very dead a very many times before Panem if he made a habit of stopping to wonder why Why can wait. More relevant questions here are what and how. The what: move Signless away from the spiked walls moving to box him in. The how: as quickly as possible. Roland's never been one for overdetailed plans.
A second's lost in running to the other side of the chamber and lifting himself to stand next to Signless. Another in glancing from his eyes - pupils the same size, for what it's worth, and one of these days he is going to sit Signless down to compare human and troll vital signs - to his hand, still outstretched. A third second is lost assessing the situation, running over options. Three seconds. A very long time, in situations like this.
There's the wall in front of them. The ledge just in front of the room's high door. Hard to see the rest of the chamber from here, but he knows exactly how far that ledge is. They've missed two sets of buttons so far but there's still that one on the ceiling...
"Signless," he says sharply, looking into the troll's vacant gaze and gripping his shoulder. Well, it was worth a try. With a muttered apology - who knows, Signless might hear even if he can't react - Roland bends, hefts his friend sideways over his head like a broad bag of wet concrete, and throws. He's as heavy as one, too, but the trick is to do it quickly. Some part of Signless hits the button on the ceiling and, as Roland hears the thump of his body landing on the other side of the wall, the machinery around him grinds to a stuttering halt. Nothing retracts, and he has no idea about the door on the other side of these walls, but that's a problem for later. For now he tries to look through the gap where two walls hadn't quite come together, trying to get a look at Signless without getting too close to the spikes.
if you need something else to work with I can have roland do something else to wake signless up
The gusnlinger would have been very dead a very many times before Panem if he made a habit of stopping to wonder why Why can wait. More relevant questions here are what and how. The what: move Signless away from the spiked walls moving to box him in. The how: as quickly as possible. Roland's never been one for overdetailed plans.
A second's lost in running to the other side of the chamber and lifting himself to stand next to Signless. Another in glancing from his eyes - pupils the same size, for what it's worth, and one of these days he is going to sit Signless down to compare human and troll vital signs - to his hand, still outstretched. A third second is lost assessing the situation, running over options. Three seconds. A very long time, in situations like this.
There's the wall in front of them. The ledge just in front of the room's high door. Hard to see the rest of the chamber from here, but he knows exactly how far that ledge is. They've missed two sets of buttons so far but there's still that one on the ceiling...
"Signless," he says sharply, looking into the troll's vacant gaze and gripping his shoulder. Well, it was worth a try. With a muttered apology - who knows, Signless might hear even if he can't react - Roland bends, hefts his friend sideways over his head like a broad bag of wet concrete, and throws. He's as heavy as one, too, but the trick is to do it quickly. Some part of Signless hits the button on the ceiling and, as Roland hears the thump of his body landing on the other side of the wall, the machinery around him grinds to a stuttering halt. Nothing retracts, and he has no idea about the door on the other side of these walls, but that's a problem for later. For now he tries to look through the gap where two walls hadn't quite come together, trying to get a look at Signless without getting too close to the spikes.