[The moment there's even a hint of slack, Bel yanks down hard, throwing all of their weight behind it. Without a hand on the rungs themself, Miles pitches down and Bel hardly has a hold to keep themself from following. Both hit the walkway hard... giving a great view of above, the first roots squirming through the circular hatch...and then those were severed and drop. Oozing orange blood, they twitch around Bel and Miles as the pressure of all of the other roots, thrashing and pushing at the hole at once, causes the metal floor between them to bulge downwards, metal screaming.]
Good god...
[Aching, bruised, covered in sap and water, Bel gets up, reaching to drag Miles to his feet.]
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Good god...
[Aching, bruised, covered in sap and water, Bel gets up, reaching to drag Miles to his feet.]