"Forget about ideas!" Dante made a motion to grab the girl's arm and pull her towards where Thomas and Diogenes has presumably just fallen down, but realized she would probably be better off running on her own and simply started sprinting towards the hole. Grabbing the tombstone, he swiveled around and swung himself down the stairs nearly colliding into someone at the bottom and tripping over the prone forms of Diogenes and Thomas. "Move!" he yelled as he struggled to drag the two to the side. "...Or help me; that'd be great as well." Fucking hell, why are these idiots so damn heavy? Inhaling again, the dank air flying into his lungs faster than necessary, he pulled again, his fists clenched around their collars. The hell you need to pass out for when you'll just make a goddamn roadblock?!