He didn't wait to see if it would hold for long. He sprinted. He leaped over the shifting tiles, ignoring the rhythm now, trusting only in speed. The stone arms swiped at him; he slid under one, vaulted over another.
Kael hauled himself up. He was within arm's reach of the Spool. He reached out, but stopped. The thread coming from the Spool was attached to the floor. If he took the bobbin, the thread would snap. tight fantasy game
Kael stepped onto the first tile. It dipped under his weight. One, two, three. He jumped to the next. One, two, three. He didn't wait to see if it would hold for long
He moved fast. He unspooled the wire from his grappling hook, wrapping it tight around the anchor point on the floor. He tied a knot he hadn't used since he was a sailor—the Constrictor Knot. Tight, secure, unbreakable. The stone arms swiped at him; he slid