Elain shriked as she was tossed into a sideways, roll.  Back at her feet, she leapt up, caught her rope, and found thta she was swinging in exactly the direction it needed pulling.  In this fashion, the petite girl put just the weight needed into it at that moment.<br/><br/>She yelped in French for Thomas to help her tie the line off, and winced as the rope she'd wrapped her hands around so tightly squeezed them towards what felt like the breaking point...<br/><br/>Then, elswehere int he complexity of the rigging, something was secured and the great pressure she was feeling relaxed.  Elain, quickly heaved a bit of slack into her rope and bound it to tight.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Muse rolled: 1d20, adding 2to the total<br/>Comment: Prof Sail check for Elain<br/>Result: 17,<br/>Total: 19<br/><br/>Initiative 5</div></div><br/><br/>And then what did she find but a brawl breaking out<em>in the rigging.</em><br/><br/>This is bloody madness," she groaned, hand going too her pistol.<br/><br/>After a long hesitation, though, she grabbed a free belaying pin and scrambled up after Thomas.