As Lin lay there on the third tier's landing, panting for breath, she heard Ivy's excited voice floating up to her.  Another new person?  Holy crap, this camp really needed to hire some greeters.  Lin smiled at the thought of the dragon twin counselors and Ivy becoming Wal-Mart greeters with customers shying away from them.  

She groaned as she rolled herself over from her back to her stomach.  Lactic acid was busy coursing through her muscles right now, making her legs and arms feel like jelly;  though her arms felt less exhausted for some reason.  She propped herself up on her elbows as she viewed the scene below her unfolding.  As Cloak reached toward Ivy, something golden flashed between them and Lin blinked.  [i]Nah, it's nothing.  Probably just one of Ivy's sparks,[/i] she thought.  Still, Ivy was spending an awfully inordinate amount of focus on a particularly shiny butterfly.  Ivy even went so far as to follow it all the way to the base of the wall, staring up at it with a focus and intensity that made Lin think there was hope for Ivy yet.  You couldn't control fire, but you could help it along with a gentle breeze and watch it blossom into a roaring inferno.  It wasn't so much making sure Ivy didn't destroy anything.  Instead it should be more about cleaning up the mess she left behind.  Lin smiled down at the red-haired girl and waved lazily.  

Lin slowly got to her feet after another minute of spectating, and shakily turned around to face stage four.  Somewhere beside her, she felt rather than saw that Kyle had just finished stage three as well.  Only looking five to ten degrees away from the rock wall toward him, her eyes never leaving the purely rocky surface, she said[color=f7941d], "You were right about one thing, Kyle.  It is a chore trying to corral Ivy.  Has she ever...you know....actually exploded somewhere before?  If she hasn't, in a safe environment, I almost think it might be good for her.  What do you say sometime later, we - not that it's any of my business - make a plan to uhh....oh I don't know, help her blow off some steam?  If she uses her power enough, perhaps she won't have as much energy?  I'll shut up about it if you want me to, but I genuinely want to see her succeed just like you do and am willing to try anything.  I do definitely think taking care of her is more than a one person job though." [/color] 

Without turning her face to him, she scooted over a couple feet away from where he had come up, and started up the fourth tier's wall.  Progress was extremely slow going.  Even a short rest had not been able to replenish her energy that much and her arms shook with the effort.  Another alarming observation was that she had stopped sweating, meaning her body was out, or nearly so, of spare water.  Dehydration was a dangerous thing.  Lin needed to finish this task soon.  She had pulled herself up about a third of the way and had one foot firmly wedged into the stone surface.  Her right foot felt like it had been stuck ankle deep in mud as she lifted it up to a higher foothold.  As she reached up with her right hand to grab a handhold, she had a flash of danger sense and instantly changed her handhold to one an inch to the right of that.  When she pulled herself upward, straightening her right leg as she did so, her left foot had just found a new ledge for purchase when suddenly the rock gave out beneath her right foot and made her lose both footholds so that she dangled precariously by her one right hand. The unmanned belay tether below shook the line as it tried to keep her suspended.  What Lin did not know was that at the very bottom, her cable was quite frayed.  Thin black strands peeling off in rapid succession as it tried to support the one hundred and thirty pound big-boned girl it now supported.  

Suddenly, the cable snapped and poor Lin Yang was left in midair with no hand or foot holds about three inches from the wall.  She flailed desperately, managing to latch on to a handhold about five feet below where she had previously been.  Her body swung back into the wall, making her bonk her forehead and wish she had worn that helmet.  The very real danger of plummeting to her death made her look down, and now she wished she hadn't.  She was just a little less than a third of the way up the wall and the ground looked very, very far below now.  Lin got her other hand up to grip the handhold that her left one held in a vise-like finger death grip. [color=f7941d][b] "Umm guys!"[/b][/color]  She called. [color=f7941d] "Anybody have a levitation power?"[/color]  What her brain had intended as a chuckle came out as a sort of breathy hitch.  Her eyes went and stayed wide, but no other sounds or signs of fear emanated from the rangy seventeen-year-old.