...she hated this place sometimes.  The blood was gone, the falling was gone...and the grappling hook lay upon the ground.  She was sure... but she...<br/><br/>"Fuck..." she muttered, and brought the grappling hook back, checking her nose and noting it was not bleeding in the slightest "Damn..."<br/><br/>Slimeskin was not happy, but as Puck noted (and Lisra was about to), he hadn't given her any limit besides 'jump'.  A loophole in the contract, easy to exploit... but apparently Slimeskin didn't see it that way.  The hand on her back (which wasn't there... damn fey) was surprising, and his words, obvious as they were, were appreciated.<br/><br/>"Right, I understand Puck." she said with a smile, and turned on Slimeskin "Fine... ready for my fourth dare?"