Chapter 174: Zingfinold Boot Camp Part 2

I glance at Reid but he's already gone and so are most of the Rogues. Craning my neck, I peer into the lime canopy above. With a deep breath, I wrap my hand around the narrow green rope and give it a little tug. The ground disappears beneath my feet and I'm flying upwards. I grip the leaf with both hands, trying not to panic as I pass thick rows of the rounded Yulus. I'm not sure how far I've gone and immediately start stroking the side and of the rope, my ascent suddenly slowing to a halt.

I'm hanging in the air, far from any branch or place to rest my feet. Shit. What do I do now? Scanning the area for the closest branch, I find one below. Maybe six feet down and over a bit. If I can lower myself with the right speed, I can reach it and find the target from there. Slowly stroking the leaf again, I inch lower until my feet hit the hard bark. I let out a breath and keep a strong hold on the rope, securing my balance. Okay. I can do this. I just need to find the target.