Sun-hop scurried downward and scooped up the slipping Poople. Carefully, he placed Poople on his back, making sure she had a firm hold.
“How are you hanging on, Quill?”
“Not so great.”
Quill, despite his strong grip, was also beginning to lose his strength. Sun-hop scooped up Quill and gently placed him next to Poople.
“Alright, up we go.”
The monkey slowly and patiently made his way toward the swinging Stylus. The wind got stronger. The rain got harder. The six horned demon’s hook hand stayed firmly stuck in the brick wall. Poople and Quill began to lose their hold on Sun-hop’s back.
“I’m going to slip, dude. Bring us back down and then you can go get this jerk. He’s stuck anyway,” Poople said.
Sun-hop roared and descended. As they came closer to the ground, Stylus managed to grab the wall with his hand and resume his ascent.
“The fiend has resumed his climb,” Quill said.
“Thanks for the news flash,” Sun-hop said, jumping down the last few feet of the wall to crash heavily onto the ground.
The man in white smiled. “Now, time to pay for your crimes.”
“How about you pay us for near murder. Is that a thing? Anyway, turn off the storm faucet, and I won’t smash you, okay?”
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