James counted out five agonizing seconds, her vision going dark. Then something yanked on her arm, so hard that it would’ve been pulled from its socket without the armor to reinforce her body. Motors integrated into the leg whined and strained in protest, dragging her off the boulder. It only took a few inches—just enough to break her precarious balance. James was yanked violently to the right, so harshly that the hook was ripped clean out of the rock. She ground into the dust and gravel before bobbing up.