'Fuck.'
The word didn't slow Grey's reaction in the slightest. The moment he felt himself slip, he was already conjuring up Heart Lance.
He slapped out a palm and a thin blade of crimson shot out, piercing into the wall before he could fall far.
The rock face was torn into, his fall slowing considerably before his body pulled taut against the Automatic Rope.
Before the rope itself could even give out, the Spear of Purpose whined, its body pulling out from the wall.
Suddenly, Grey's four-foot climb had increased to almost five times that.
A jerk pulled at the rope and the Spear of Purpose slipped again.
'Fuck.' Grey cursed again.
He just noticed that Heart Lance hadn't cut into these walls at all. He had been so distracted by the imminent fall to his death that he hadn't noticed that the tips of the blades he tried to form had actually shattered.
