[ The claws are like needles up his side, but it's the weight of Karlon and his push to the guard that makes Steve finally start to lose his grip, one hand and both feet slipping from there holding place against the slick rocks. His heart pounds in his ears as the world seems to move in slow motion, his boot sliding uselessly against a foothold that isn't there anymore.
Without thinking whether the guard means to throw him down the rest of the way, he reaches up for the claw extending toward him. ]
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Without thinking whether the guard means to throw him down the rest of the way, he reaches up for the claw extending toward him. ]