He swore to himself as he realized what it was, and kept moving, wanting to be on the ground before it tried to hit him. On the ground, at least, he wouldn't have to worry about it coming from below. His progressed was slowed as he was forced to keep one 'eye' on it, and only one on where he was going.<br/><br/>Which was why he missed the tree limb.<br/><br/>He had gone down maybe another fifty feet, and misjudged the distance, completely overshooting the tree limb. He watched the limb sail past him in a sort of numb horror, already pulling out his grappling hook and line, and throwing it at another limb he could just barely see. It was a feeling of minor relief when it caught, minor only in that his fall had now turned into flight. Though with any luck, the cat might get bored and wander off after watching that stunt. Still, he sent the practiced flip down the rope as he started to swing back upwards, and the hook jumped loose just as he passed the horizontal plane. He desperately cast about as tree limbs the thickness of buses zipped by just above and under him, before using a charge of his boots to drop onto one of the ones below him, praying that teleportation cancelled out momentum. If not, he was gonna have to do something 'fancy.'