Jarl Gare chuckled. Their bodies might be numbed for a while, but they would be free of the force.
Quickly, he slid down the branch again. At approximately the same spot where he'd stopped before, he halted again and reached out tentatively with his toes, touching the numbness.
He looked back at Waltk. "Follow me," he ordered.
Then Jarl Gare jumped. It was like leaping into frigid water from a steaming shower bath. The shock wiped the consciousness from Jarl Gare, but not before he felt his body falling freely. He didn't feel the lesser shock as his body struck the spongy sward of the jungle.
Awareness that his face hurt came to Jarl Gare first. It was a recurring pain. First it stung, then the pain retreated. Then it stung again....
He realized that someone was methodically slapping his face. He opened his eyes. Waltk stopped slapping him.
The big Jovian was grinning. "It is all above us now," he said.
Jarl Gare stood up, and almost fell down again, staggering, feeling no sensation in his legs.
Waltk supported him. "It will leave. My body is tingling only pleasantly now."