[Kaede almost lost her grip when the Cerberus bent its head suddenly, losing a foot of progress. She pulled herself sideways, to shelter on the side of the horn closest to the creature's face to keep her away from the snakes—though that naturally put her closer to teeth bigger than her torso.
She would do this. She could do this. And she wouldn't get her head bitten off. Kaede pulled herself inexorably upwards, armlength by armlength, even though the Cerberus' thrashing jammed her fingers and bashed her face into the horn's surface.
She'd almost reached the top; another stretch, and she could grasp at the fur on his head.]
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She would do this. She could do this. And she wouldn't get her head bitten off. Kaede pulled herself inexorably upwards, armlength by armlength, even though the Cerberus' thrashing jammed her fingers and bashed her face into the horn's surface.
She'd almost reached the top; another stretch, and she could grasp at the fur on his head.]