It's more forceful than Syrlya expects, and he holds his good arm out with his feet ready to land. He hits the Mother of Invention's shoulder too hard with a grunt, slipping against the body.

He scrambles to recover, throwing his weight forward as few grapples to the mental plates. As he slips down he grabs the edge of the hole in her chest, stopping the descent. Once he's steady he pushes with his feet to leverage himself up.

And then he carefully moves to grip the edge with his wounded hand, testing his strength. The hang is weak, but he needs his other arm free.

Once it is, he starts to pull the iron out from where it's wedged between layers of his armor.