"There's another way, but…"
As he looked behind him, Misho saw his two spears attached to the strap on his back.
"It should be… fine."
Misho stared at the 200 meter drop under him.
He gulped and took out one of his spears. He held on with one hand and took it out. He hefted it in front and looked up at the roots glowing with blue fungus slime and mushrooms.
"This is so sketch!"
Misho stabbed the spear. The force almost pulled him off the root he was holding on.
"Woah!"
Dirt fell down.
He looked below him, and there were a few rhinos that raised their heads to look at him.
"Ah, shit."
The rhinos stomped on the ground and wildly pointed their horns towards him.
If he fell, they would skewer him with their horns.
Now that he had his spear lodged, Misho tried to pull on it.
"It feels secure enough."
He slowly released his hold onto the root and held onto his spear instead. The more weight he put onto it, the more confident he became as it didn't show any signs of budging.
