Not having enough time to get his hand, Grell has to abandon her plan of pulling him to safety and get herself safe first. Once the lift starts falling, Grell jumps up, pulls out her DEATHSCYTHE and plunges it into the wall of the shaft. She slides down a bit but eventually stops, hanging onto the handle of her weapon with both hands.
Peering down to where the lift fell, Grell tries to listen for any movement after the crash. Not hearing anything created a sinking feeling in her stomach until she heard Namur's foul mouth. Situating herself on her weapon better, Grell makes a U-turn on the wall and travels down towards where Namur should be.
She hears's this other woman's voice, trying to tell her what to do. Trying. A shame she can't see Grell roll her eyes.]
Little Miss Bossy Britches...
[Luckily the lights they used earlier are still active, so at least Grell can see where she's going. She keeps an eye out for a door, since her weapon could easily cut through it. Once she finds one, Grell rides in a circle on the doors, stopping below them so she could swing up and kick them in. Now there's a gaping hole they could get through, and Grell getting to her feet atop the cut doors on an unknown floor.]
Come, now. Don't dawdle! [She yells into the hole, dusting off her her skirt and biker jacket. Only she could be Miss Bossy Britches!]
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Not having enough time to get his hand, Grell has to abandon her plan of pulling him to safety and get herself safe first. Once the lift starts falling, Grell jumps up, pulls out her DEATHSCYTHE and plunges it into the wall of the shaft. She slides down a bit but eventually stops, hanging onto the handle of her weapon with both hands.
Peering down to where the lift fell, Grell tries to listen for any movement after the crash. Not hearing anything created a sinking feeling in her stomach until she heard Namur's foul mouth. Situating herself on her weapon better, Grell makes a U-turn on the wall and travels down towards where Namur should be.
She hears's this other woman's voice, trying to tell her what to do. Trying. A shame she can't see Grell roll her eyes.]
Little Miss Bossy Britches...
[Luckily the lights they used earlier are still active, so at least Grell can see where she's going. She keeps an eye out for a door, since her weapon could easily cut through it. Once she finds one, Grell rides in a circle on the doors, stopping below them so she could swing up and kick them in. Now there's a gaping hole they could get through, and Grell getting to her feet atop the cut doors on an unknown floor.]
Come, now. Don't dawdle! [She yells into the hole, dusting off her her skirt and biker jacket. Only she could be Miss Bossy Britches!]