[Namur angles himself on a vine so that it'll hit into an overhanging branch and flip him over it, putting him behind Rip. He reaches for another to get some speed, then grabs her around her middle while she's between vines, using one arm to vault them both through the foliage.]
Why?
[He leans his head down and pulls her closer, speaking softly.]
Yer a hell of a lot prettier t' watch.
[And then he grunts, because as cool a move as catching her in midair and swinging them both along on a vine is... he hadn't really come up with an exit plan, and they aren't streamlined right to make it to the next one. So he gets the tops of his bare feet underneath her boots, lets go of her waist and kicks forward, propelling her up and out with enough momentum to pick a new vine at her leisure.]
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Why?
[He leans his head down and pulls her closer, speaking softly.]
Yer a hell of a lot prettier t' watch.
[And then he grunts, because as cool a move as catching her in midair and swinging them both along on a vine is... he hadn't really come up with an exit plan, and they aren't streamlined right to make it to the next one. So he gets the tops of his bare feet underneath her boots, lets go of her waist and kicks forward, propelling her up and out with enough momentum to pick a new vine at her leisure.]