"--Bifrons, do something!"
"That is not my place-nya."
So casually denied by the cat that slumbered upon his shoulder, he debated on tossing it from his body out of spite but decided to save his energy on surviving.
--Think, think!
The only saving grace in this moment of falling was that the malicious creatures seemed to ignore him as he fell from the bridge. Seeing nothing below him but utter darkness amplified his desire to live, not wanting to know what slumbered in those unknown depths.
Attempting to grab hold of the swiftly passing walls of rugged stone, his index finger was rejected, snapping back in a clean break from the overwhelming velocity pulling him.
He could only let out a sharp gasp and wince as the adrenaline dulled the pain, watching as his finger turned to a deep shade of purple.
"Araphel: Inverse Hand!"
