Voltaje is sliding toward the fissure. In a last ditch effort, she strips off her sash and flings it out. The end catches on a tree root and wraps, stopping her sliding. She can feel her legs dangling into the crevice that, from her vantage point, looks bottomless.<br/><br/>The ground is still shaking violently, and the tree that her sash connected with isn't looking al that stable. She's not sliding, but she dare not tug on the sash to pull herself forward either for fear of either the root giving way or the sash tearing.<br/><br/>Heroically, Oscar threw himself forward trying to grab a hold of Voltaje or her sash. He missed the sash, though, and slid on his chest, the ground thundering beneath him. Oscar felt himself heading toward the edge when something clamped his ankles, stopping him. Turning his head, he saw Athena behind him, her hands holding him by the ankles, her left foot draped over a root, the only thing keeping them from propelling forward.<br/><br/>They lay atop the roiling earth. Even stretched out, with Oscar reaching toward Voltaje, he's still about six feet short of her hand. As he watches, she slides another foot away, the root her sash is attached to about to come loose of the ground.