I swing my arm up and slam my dagger into the slick, soft wood of the ramp—and use it to fling myself the last foot upward. A primal scream rips from my throat as my shoulder cries in protest just as my fingers graze the lip of the edge. I throw my elbow over the top to gain more leverage and pull myself up and over, using the handle of my dagger as a final step before lurching onto the top of the cliff.
badass.😏
