Victor eyes narrowed... he could not afford panic.
He looked at the weapons on the ground...
If he didn't drop on time, getting a weapon would be impossible and he wouldn't be able to defend himself.
But the fall itself might injure him further in his current weakened state.
The growls in the forest grew louder and closer as shapes circled just beyond visibility.
The fire was now five meters away.
Heat licked his skin and sweat mixed with blood across his inverted face.
He twisted his torso violently, ignoring the tearing sensation in his muscles.
Again and again he twisted, applying the pressure of his weight to the ropes in order to make them snap before the fire could reach him.
The rope creaked slightly but it still wasn't enough... the fire was getting closer.
Victor could hear the hungry snapping spund as fire devoured the thick fibrous rope above him.
