Dodging was out of the question, there was no space to stand on, and flight was impossible with the spatial distortion of this place. So as the claws of the beast were coming at me, all I could do was kick at it with both feet to separate ourselves even a few feet apart.
Thanks to the quick reaction, I was able to push us away from the creature who fell far faster and heavier than us in a crescendo of screams and wails that one could only hear in nightmares.
"NOW WHAT!" Old Fu shouted.
I guess he was waiting for my plan.
Thinking of gripping at the walls with a sword and slowing yourself down like you see in hero movies of old would have been the dumbest idea ever. Not only will you be bounced off immediately once you get closer to the wall you will never have enough force or power to even grip at the wall in that fraction of a second. Also, even if by some miracle I was able to do that, the weight of nine people on the ropes will just pull us out of the wall breaking it.
