She knew what she had to do. It took 3 seconds to process the situation, 1 to decide upon action. There really was only one choice. She threw herself in front of the man she swore to protect and tried to ignore the fireworks of blooming pain in her back. Her eyes raked his own as she continued to fall, inertia and gravity pulling her down,
down
down
Then there was only blackness that was as deep as the ocean, stretching before her forever and ever. A voice held her back, a sharp tug at her free-fall. No, she just wanted to fall. The fall would be so much easier than the climb.