Blake struggled in its vice-like grip, as it ascended, higher and higher. He tried not looking down, but he still managed to catch glimpses of the ground below: 15, 16, 17 feet drop should he actually manage to free himself — And rising. It would most probably be a fatal fall, if he managed to jump from the creature's grip.
Blake struggled inside its airborne grip. He eventually managed to rup himself free, at the cost of a greater shoulder wound that had already began healing upon breakage. Thanks to the surrounding darkness, Blake's healing was also greater than normal.
Sadly, the fall was 20 feet in the air. And though it had not killed him upon impact, it had put a bit more pressure to his lower thighs as he had landed on his feet, shatter his though bone like paper to scissors. He feet to his knees, gasping in pain and horror, as he looked at the odd anger his thigh bone was sticking out from. It would've been enough to make Blake pass out if he weren't used to being injured.
