584 Operation Saving Asses (6)

"Plan A failed, so I gotta do some muscle man shit; see you in a few minutes, old man!" Then, ignoring the strange looks Jessup shot him, Cynrik bent backward, similar to a scuba diver going off a boat, and fell through the portal. 

The sudden sensation brought about by the drastic shift in gravitational pressure caused Cynrik's stomach to churn. Still, it didn't hinder him from arcing his body until he was in a downward dive position with his arms firmly by his side. 

'Alright, Tobs, how many cables do I require to bear the Cube's weight for a prolonged amount of time?' Racing down, Cynrik stifled a laugh when he saw Brance and Geralt. 

Acting as anchors for the extremely heavy Cube was a task easier said than done, and upon having the tendrils wrapped around their waists like belts, the moment Jessup began pulling it up, the two were sent flying to the ceiling of the Spatial Cube.