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["Which would be really bad." IM LAUGHING]

Misha nodded sharply and let go of her jacket, silently regretting the action as the cold nipped into her bare arms. She kicked at the mud and managed to pull herself up with the help of the branch she was hanging on. She hopped to dry land with a huff. [i]Safe![/i] she thought for a split second - then the realization hit her that Destin was still caught in the mud and she would be faced with the same predicament as earlier: there was little wood on the ground around her. She kicked through the bushes in a rush to find anything strong enough to support Destin's weight. Areas of the wood here were fallen and dead. Glancing back to Destin, her eyes caught the glint of the axe, abandoned and half sunk in the mud. She grasped it firmly in her hand. With a tight grip, she swung her body around and brought the head down hard on a limp branch. It budged just a bit. "Hang in there, kid!" she yelled over a flurry of hard strikes down onto the base of the branch. Her heart jumped as wood exposed itself and the branch begin to come free of the log.