[Almost as soon as the blade has lodged in the tree’s wide branch, it vanishes to reappear in Liem’s hand, ready to be used again. But at the rate that spider’s bearing down on them, there’s no way he’ll be able to throw that dagger enough times to cut through all the strands of spiderweb before it reaches them, especially given his awkward position tucked against Dokja’s chest. If they stick around here, they’re going to be spider-food.
Which is why he isn’t exactly surprised when Dokja opts to make his wings vanish again — but he sure doesn’t have to like it. Liem’s whole body goes rigid as they suddenly drop, heading directly for the branch below them, though he tries not to actively scrunch the faerie wing he’s holding in the jolt of fear.
As for his other arm, he flings that wide so that when they do land on the branch, at least his dagger plunges right into the wood beside them, an anchor to keep their tiny little bodies from bouncing right off. The impact still jars every bone in his body, and he’s not sure he was successful at keeping their prize un-crinkled, but at the end of that heart-stopping moment, at least he’s clinging one-handed to the branch and nothing is actively trying to eat him.]
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Which is why he isn’t exactly surprised when Dokja opts to make his wings vanish again — but he sure doesn’t have to like it. Liem’s whole body goes rigid as they suddenly drop, heading directly for the branch below them, though he tries not to actively scrunch the faerie wing he’s holding in the jolt of fear.
As for his other arm, he flings that wide so that when they do land on the branch, at least his dagger plunges right into the wood beside them, an anchor to keep their tiny little bodies from bouncing right off. The impact still jars every bone in his body, and he’s not sure he was successful at keeping their prize un-crinkled, but at the end of that heart-stopping moment, at least he’s clinging one-handed to the branch and nothing is actively trying to eat him.]