Grimly hanging on against the additional muscle contractions, Cyra begins scaling the esophagus with as much tenacity as she can measure; one leg stabs into the throat, she braces her back against hte slick other wall of the throat, and another leg stabs in an inch higher up. Bit by steady bit, she fights her way back up towards the moonlight, trying not to think about how deep and potent the pool of acids underneath her had to be by now.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/273790">Escape</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4,2</span>