[Not through it- not tonight, anyway. Warsman's foot caught on the ledge and he used it to propel himself up to grab the next one with his left hand, throwing his right hand out to greet it only when he's sure that the boy is holding on and doesn't need a brace.
He swung his arm up again, ready to catch the next window ledge- and the next- and then his hands were closing around the guttering at the roof. Last time he'd tried this, it had corroded enough in the Darkness that it snapped clean in two under his palm, but- after a threatening creek- this time it held.]
Are you alright? [He only barely managed to get the question out before he made to pull himself up onto the flat top.] Hold on.
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He swung his arm up again, ready to catch the next window ledge- and the next- and then his hands were closing around the guttering at the roof. Last time he'd tried this, it had corroded enough in the Darkness that it snapped clean in two under his palm, but- after a threatening creek- this time it held.]
Are you alright? [He only barely managed to get the question out before he made to pull himself up onto the flat top.] Hold on.