[The rest of Karlon's men have caught up now, belly up to the rail and peering down through the sluicing rain toward their boss as he--
--struggles against the slippery rockface, long nails clawing along the stone. He hisses continually, a low instinctive noise like a whine, and drags himself up-- then surges for Steve's leg, pushing off from his slim foothold hard enough that it crumbles out from under him. His hands close around Steve's leg, nails digging through fabric and cutting - or certainly making no effort to avoid it, if it's possible - at flesh. He crawls hand over fist up Steve's leg, using him like a particularly squishy version of a ladder in an attempt to get within arms reach of people he actually trusts.
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--struggles against the slippery rockface, long nails clawing along the stone. He hisses continually, a low instinctive noise like a whine, and drags himself up-- then surges for Steve's leg, pushing off from his slim foothold hard enough that it crumbles out from under him. His hands close around Steve's leg, nails digging through fabric and cutting - or certainly making no effort to avoid it, if it's possible - at flesh. He crawls hand over fist up Steve's leg, using him like a particularly squishy version of a ladder in an attempt to get within arms reach of people he actually trusts.
Sorry, Steve.]