Gore was pushed by Molt down into the broken vent. He felt fear, but then anger. He wasn't going to be pushed around this time. As he fell, he stretched out both arms to the sides of the vents, and grinded to a halt.
Goresplatter: "You bastard! I'm gonna' rip your arms off so hard I'll pull eight ribs out with 'em too! You'll be the one goin' down this shaft, an' you ain't gonna find out what's at the bottom neither!"
He was seriously pissed, you could tell in his eyes. He found a gap where a vent opening would be, and held onto it with one hand. His other hand found a corner from where the vent changes direction. He managed to do a short hoist upwards, grabbed onto the corner where the vent had broken, and pulled himself up. He hands were red raw, but he saw red everywhere.
Goresplatter: "Now then, you slurg, ya' better put down ya' guns and fight like a real slig, cause I ain't holdin' off!"
He looked pretty pathetic, being a crawling slig, but he was the second angriest he had ever been.
OOC: Hehe, action! :P
And slaveless, about that gun, in a brewmaster voice; "You're not pinnin' this on me!"
