Okay, solid progress! She didn't know exactly what Two-Tone and his conjured spider were doing with that overkill move, but nor did she entirely care. As long as the monkeys aren't getting back up, who cares how they fall? She'd wager that the guy actually has a pretty dang solid grasp on what he's doing; that spider's lifeline keeping his downward progress from turning into a free-fall is a luxury she'll definitely admit to being jealous of.

Admit, probably, when she isn't already busy stumbling and nearly pitching ass-over-teakettle down the precarious incline. She scrabbles a good few feet, one claw digging frantically into the shale, until she hits a protruding tree root. Braced against that, she quickly sets another arrow to her string. One approaching monkey falls wordlessly, an arrow sticking out of its face like a gruesome unicorn, and its limp body pitches and slides down past them.

"Think this is where we say goodbye, hero! If I ever meet your next of kin, I'll notify 'em!" She yells, another arrow notched against her string with practiced swiftness. The further down they go, the harder it is to see their departing companion. If he's going further in to the compound, she figures, this is about all she can do for him.

"Spider boy, you set to make a swim for it?" She lurches away from the tree-root anchor as a coconut sails past her, almost losing her arrow as she once again does an alarming slide a few more feet down. "The second we hit water's gonna be the most perilous! Be ready to dive and swim like you mean it!"