[Grisela's Towers were a sight sight to say the least. It'd immediately been apparent why Lei gave them the grappling hook. As to why he gave them only one...

If the people around him helped or hindered, fully or half-heartedly, it was meaningless to Adam. One grappling hook was what they had. And those crumbling stairs clearly won't hold his weight. So trading it back and forth with Levi (who carried the lighter Cirno), they made their way up the gusty, trembling outside of the tower to relatively stable platforms and what pieces of the stairs still arrogantly withstood the force of the winds.

Tedious work, but progress was progress. Until they come within sight of the entrance of the tower they're scaling--

With annoying grating hilariously awkward ferocious cries wingless harpies suddenly begin swooping down from higher up the tower. They mean business. Worse?

They know kung-fu. This is a really seriously serious thread. Watch out for those dragon punches and chicken kicks!]

My, my. We woke up the welcoming committee.

[Shifting to let a kick pass scant inches past him to embed powerful talons into the tower wall rather than his gut, Adam quickly slams a palm into the presented vulnerable knee. There is a definite crunch, a sound snatched away almost instantaneously by the wind, as harpy bones bend ways they were never meant to.]

It was feeling too easy.