[With each swing he got a little bit closer and with each swing he felt a bit less stable. Through grit teeth he swings his legs up far and at long last his foot catches the ledge.
Eyes widening, he struggles to pull his lower body up without losing his footing on the slick ground and falling once more.]
Pull if you can-- [Jaw tight, his claw almost tightens more upon her, but he has to force himself not to apply anymore pressure upon her delicate arm. Which leaves most his strength awkwardly holding on by a foot.]
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Eyes widening, he struggles to pull his lower body up without losing his footing on the slick ground and falling once more.]
Pull if you can-- [Jaw tight, his claw almost tightens more upon her, but he has to force himself not to apply anymore pressure upon her delicate arm. Which leaves most his strength awkwardly holding on by a foot.]