And falling... and falling... and faaaalllllinnng... when the blood began to fall in rivulets before her eyes, she knew there was a problem.  Swearing as loud as she could again, she tossed the grappling hook at the nearest wall blurring by, and held onto the rope, because not even Shelyn could demand her<em>not</em>try to save her life right now.  She held the rope as tight as possible... and if need be she'd draw her blade and use that.  She was<em>really</em>starting to hate Slimeskin...