[Espy]

KYD

He'd heard the pipe clatter far below him, and the snapping of the dry wood. That called for the automatic assumption that the girl was in slight shock.

Instead, shock had numbed his own mind as he stumbled, confused. The hell isn't my leg working right?! And then he fell.

Past the floor. Paralysis loosened its control on him.

Five feet. He tried to grab onto a jutting bit of PVC. Missed. He flailed around and by chance kicked plywood. Propelled himself a bit forward a bit...

His arm was nearly yanked out of its socket as his feet dangled some sixteen feet off the ground. He could let go.

That damned leg won't support me. And then he got over the shock. Not a good thing.

Shit. Fucking shit. It wasn't blindingly painful yet, but Kyd knew it'd get worse. He glanced up at where that fucking girl was just standing there. The hell's with her?! Police? Skull Hunter?! How the hell...?! Without much thought, he grabbed a syringe from his rope belt and threw it as hard as he could at his attacker.