[ The weight of his body hanging limply underneath him feels heavier by the second, but he finds himself surprisingly able to hold on without feeling as though he'll plummet to the ground anytime soon. Instead, he lifts himself up with everything he can so he can rest his weight on his forearms instead of relying on his fickle fingers; he can feel the jagged wood digging into his skin as a result, cutting into him and drawing blood, but he finds he prefers that over a snapped neck.
What he doesn't understand is why he trusts Ethlyn to know what to do, as though she's not some housewife with as few ideas as to how to deal with this as Claude himself. And he doesn't understand what she means by an archer's shoulders. Sure, he knows how to use the bow and arrow, but that's purely recreational, purely ornamental, and of little use to her.
Not that he has much time to consider that, not while he's concentrating on just hanging on. ]
What are you even doing down there? [ He swings his body, trying to gain traction on the smooth wooden wall with the bare balls of his feet. ] I really don't see a way out of this that doesn't end with broken bones!
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[ The weight of his body hanging limply underneath him feels heavier by the second, but he finds himself surprisingly able to hold on without feeling as though he'll plummet to the ground anytime soon. Instead, he lifts himself up with everything he can so he can rest his weight on his forearms instead of relying on his fickle fingers; he can feel the jagged wood digging into his skin as a result, cutting into him and drawing blood, but he finds he prefers that over a snapped neck.
What he doesn't understand is why he trusts Ethlyn to know what to do, as though she's not some housewife with as few ideas as to how to deal with this as Claude himself. And he doesn't understand what she means by an archer's shoulders. Sure, he knows how to use the bow and arrow, but that's purely recreational, purely ornamental, and of little use to her.
Not that he has much time to consider that, not while he's concentrating on just hanging on. ]
What are you even doing down there? [ He swings his body, trying to gain traction on the smooth wooden wall with the bare balls of his feet. ] I really don't see a way out of this that doesn't end with broken bones!