[ It's definitely a reach, the sort that would make the hyperbolic and less biologically informed claim that their arm was close to popping from the socket, but he manages to grab hold of her hand. Helped, in part, by getting enough of the toe of his shoe against (or into, with a dabbling of cursed energy) the wall. ]

Not awfully, no. Please wait a moment before pulling.

[ Not to be overly demanding in this position, but he'd rather not leave the nata behind or try to retrieve it from above. The hand holding fast to its handle twists, elbow shifting direction, and with a hard jerk back, he wrenches it from the wall. ]

The stability coefficient of cave soil got me. Though admittedly, I had decided to move toward said beast.