[ It's an easy feat for here, to haul him close enough so she can wrap her arm around his waist. She aims the grappling hook toward one of the more thicker and solid branches of the trees and fires. The line stretches out with a soft hiss, encircling around the branch before the hook digs deep enough into bark. She gives it a tug to ensure the line is secure. ]
Hold on.
[ She springs forward, holding onto Martin as tight as she can as they swing upwards toward the trees, their feet barely missing the mammoth's heads by seconds. ]
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Hold on.
[ She springs forward, holding onto Martin as tight as she can as they swing upwards toward the trees, their feet barely missing the mammoth's heads by seconds. ]