[It's a bit of a scramble, honestly, and in the process at least a few of those lovely tattoos on their shell are likely damaged somewhat--but Chip holds on tight as they can as Eska takes off. Sunlight gold as their ki might appear to the physical eye, Chip can nearly taste the bold, bright red of that energy, and not only the use but the technique makes their breath catch in their throat.]
[They're on a dragon. They're riding on the back of a DRAGON.]
[...apparently a baby one, because as fast as this sprint is the giant scorpion is still in hot pursuit, and the alien hissing of the beast behind them has Chip squeeze their eyes shut and pour every bit of their power into helping make the escape. Where the power Eska drew into themself was the red of the land and the physical, the strength and energy Chip forces through the monk is borne of emotion...and not the pretty kind. Anger, fear, and destructive impulse, but it's still strength and speed to lend to making a break for it to Anywhere But Here.]
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[They're on a dragon. They're riding on the back of a DRAGON.]
[...apparently a baby one, because as fast as this sprint is the giant scorpion is still in hot pursuit, and the alien hissing of the beast behind them has Chip squeeze their eyes shut and pour every bit of their power into helping make the escape. Where the power Eska drew into themself was the red of the land and the physical, the strength and energy Chip forces through the monk is borne of emotion...and not the pretty kind. Anger, fear, and destructive impulse, but it's still strength and speed to lend to making a break for it to Anywhere But Here.]