"OLIVER!" Blackthorn shouted all of a sudden, warning him of an impending danger, but Oliver had kept Ingolsol's awareness about him throughout the duration of the climb. There was no better time to use it. He rolled over to the side of the ladder, clutching it with one arm and one leg, and he allowed the thrown spear to thunder into the wood beside him.
He barely gave it any acknowledgement, and continued higher. The Verna spears were not designed to be thrown. They were much too weighty for that. More spears were cast his way, but few came quite as close as that one had. He ascended higher, and soon they could reach him no longer, and the problems began with those at the top of the ladder.
