Gal'fon was used to stupid things. Particularly from himself. A quick knot around a beam with a rope, the other end around his own body, he dove off the pillar, hoping his gut was right on turning into a pendulum. "Das Dingo!" He cried, whipping out  one of his hand axes to take a swing at the man's head. He ducked, Gal'fon sailing towards the wall and certain splat. But his adrenaline was ready. HE ricocheted back,   setting himself up for a return trajectory to the assailant.