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"ZOMBIE HORSE?!" shouted Johnny as you tried your hardest not to look down the steep slope with your breath caught in your throat. "Gyro, is that thing really here?" Johnny searched for an answer in Gyro's swaying figure, "if we miss one step we'll fall down the valley!" You whimpered at the mere thought and shoved your head down against Thunderstruck's mane. Sharp winds whipped at your frame, threatening to rip the hat off your head, yet it remained stuck there, unmoving.
Gyro's heavy panting almost echoed through the canyon alongside the occasional piece of rock that reminded you of how high up you all were. Your nails were digging into your palms from just how tight you were gripping Thunder's reins and although it stung, you didn't dare let go. While you all continued your search amidst a terrifyingly thin strip of crumbling rock, Johnny looked between both you and Gyro— you paralyzed with fear and Gyro on the verge of collapse after getting his leg blown off.
"T-There it is!" Gyro managed to cry out, huffing every few seconds while all three of you stopped in front of an oddly carved mosaic. You peeked at the design from beneath the brim of your hat, grimacing at the sight of blood pooling under Valkyrie and Gyro. "The Zombie Horse is just a crappy mural of a wild horse with a wild face..." Gyro muttered, running his fingers over the lines that made up the face of the horse. After a few seconds of prodding, you and Johnny watched as Gyro pulled a tattered string.
"Either of you have any wire? Actually, this pin would work too. I'll connect it to this string..." While Gyro began sewing up his exploded leg, you gagged, turning away from the sight before any of your breakfast decided to resurface. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" screamed Johnny with wide eyes as you tried to block out the faint squelching coming from Gyro's wound. Thunderstruck huffed beneath you as some form of consolement but couldn't do much with Gyro's occasional terribly.
"The Zombie Horse can heal wounds," Gyro explained through pained gasps, "they left this string here so I can sew with it....the string can heal up to a certain degree...at least to the point of the fixing flesh that has been blown off..." Johnny's brows furrowed while he held himself back from strangling Gyro— though Johnny was sure it would only make you start panicking again— "What kind of logic is that?! You only sewed yourself up with that dirty string! That's not going to fix you!"
You shivered at the thought of an infected wound and you gagged again, moving your hands down to your mouth instead of around your ears. Johnny peered over at you from over his shoulder and sighed, looking back at Gyro while fidgeting with the hair near his eye. "You said that your father usually works in the field of medicine, right? Is it his technique?" Johnny asked exasperatedly as Gyro finally finished up sewing his skin shut. Slow Dancer backed up just enough for Valkyrie to adjust on the cliff's edge while Johnny kept muttering to himself.
On the other hand, you were still recovering from the thought of falling and just witnessing Gyro's botched leg after sewing it back together with something that seemed would infect rather than heal the wound. Thunderstruck huffed once more below you, trotting forward slightly to get your attention which worked just as intended. "Neither does your steel ball, but this is bigger! Something like a stand ability?" you heard Johnny say while all three of you continued through the valley.
