"Fuck..." Ambrose wiped the dirt off his face with the back of his hand.
After getting thrown into the air by Reinhardt, he unfortunately landed on a mud puddle.
His clothes were now soaked and covered in filth.
He cursed under his breath, realizing that his day couldn't get any worse.
Thump—the ground shook as Reinhardt landed with a thunderous crash.
He then climbed from the small crater he created and saw Ambrose standing there, clothes dirtied by mud.
"Couldn't we just walk?" Ambrose asked, irritation clear in his tone.
"Hah." Reinhardt scoffed, but then looked towards the stairs, which were already close enough to cover them in a shadow.
"I would throw you again until we arrive there, but do you feel this?"
"Feel what?" Ambrose asked.
"..." Reinhardt stayed silent and jumped up, but landed instantly afterward.