Time slowed.
Blythe tumbled like an angel cast from heaven, her purple hair whipping behind her, eyes shut, limbs limp. Joseph screamed her name, flames erupting wildly around him as he fought to keep the spiders at bay. Too physically weak to fight and hold onto the canyon, Jenna clung to the wall in blind panic, the Grey Monk beside her silver spear flashing.
James, to Damiens' right, paused, realizing he was too far to catch Blythe.
Damien watched it all unfold.
I oughta let her drop, let her splatter at the bottom.
Joseph's face would be priceless.
However, his body moved.
If it had been anyone else in the cohort, he might've watched them fall, but Blythe had her uses. Without thinking, he dove across the cliff, arm outstretched, and caught her by the leg, just in time.
The momentum nearly killed them both.
