"Aldrich, brother! That was freaking insane! What in the world did you just do? How the hell did you pull that off?!"
Dickins barreled toward Aldrich with the unfiltered enthusiasm of a child and launched himself onto him, arms flailing as he practically latched on like an overexcited koala.
Opius wasn't far behind. Swept up by the high, he hurled himself into the pile, collapsing over both of them in a heap of tangled limbs and exhilarated laughter.
Aldrich's body, having borne the toll of a feat few could even imagine, finally gave in. The surge of energy was waning, adrenaline ebbing into weariness. With the weight of two grown men added on top, he couldn't keep himself upright any longer. They all crumpled to the ground, an exhausted hero buried beneath a pair of hyperactive teammates.
"Yes, yes. I believe we can all agree that I am, without question, incredible. But please, for the love of all things holy, get off me. This is not the time to reenact a dogpile."
