Mashvett grunted and took a few steps back, away from the fissure. He looked at his companions, smirking. "I don't need your help."
In one long stride he returned to the chasm, then.. he jumped.
After a moment of sickening weightlessness, the far wall slammed into the hunter, jarring his shoulders and hips. The screaming of metal against stone filled the air, as he slowed his descent.
After almost losing his grip, Mashvett pushed off from the wall. Another few seconds without gravity. His claws caught the other wall, almost getting ripped from his hands, but eventually slowing him to a stop. He looked down. HA!
He stepped down onto the platform. It only creaked a little. His arms were sore, his blades were chipped and dull, his feet were torn to shreds, and he still smelled of sewage. However, the rush from doing something stupid and dangerous just because he could still burned through his veins, making him giddy. It reminded him of the time he and Mirra had...
His good humor lost, Mashvett examined the platform. It was rusted, dented, and protested loudly when he moved. But it seemed structurally sound. Mostly.
He looked up, trying to find the others at the top of the walls around him. The android's head was still poked out over the edge. "Hey," he shouted, "Jump."
He removed his claws and hung them on a hook at his belt. Torn feet spread wide, arms outstretched, bare palms upward, Mashvett waited for someone to drop out of the sky.