[ He sputters a cough, but begins to churn over what possibilities are left to him. One arm is a waste, but he has both legs. So he needs to make better use of them. There are no knotted footholds in the rope, but he can make something with the push and pull of each foot. Stand up straight, and repeat.
It's an exhaustive and unpracticed motion, but a little easier with his back steadied against the wall. Still, blood weighs down his clothes, making this more arduous. He would prefer not to drown. His determination pulls him into black tunnel vision, finally losing all awareness of the rushing blood and its overwhelming scent. All he hears is the ringing of adrenaline.
His legs and his good arm are numb by the time he's near enough to scrabble his way out. Soaked, panting, misting with red particulate. ]
I'd like to see the maker of this place take their own tests.
[ Like condemning a demon to their own hell. Clearly that's the situation they're in, right? Which similarly raises a question of what he did to get into this situation... ]
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It's an exhaustive and unpracticed motion, but a little easier with his back steadied against the wall. Still, blood weighs down his clothes, making this more arduous. He would prefer not to drown. His determination pulls him into black tunnel vision, finally losing all awareness of the rushing blood and its overwhelming scent. All he hears is the ringing of adrenaline.
His legs and his good arm are numb by the time he's near enough to scrabble his way out. Soaked, panting, misting with red particulate. ]
I'd like to see the maker of this place take their own tests.
[ Like condemning a demon to their own hell. Clearly that's the situation they're in, right? Which similarly raises a question of what he did to get into this situation... ]