In sheer effort of mind over matter and circumstance I strained to arch my torso out and away from the death awaiting me ahead. The snake feeling threatened lashed out in a fanged arc and barely missed me, as I watched in slow motion, as a pearly drop of venom went sailing to splatter harmlessly off a big leaf near my face.
I went tumbling head over heels onto the forest floor with all of its creepy crawlers and somersaulted back over and up to my feet, my pace never slowing. I heard no sign of pursuit, but then I heard little over the raging of my heart and my heavy pants for air. Maybe I was going to get away.
I was going to live and then I was clutching at plant life and rocks alike as I tried to stop, but failing to do so I went over the edge. Que falling into oblivion. All that was missing was the booby-trapped floor tiles of an ancient temple.
My hand touched something midflight and I gripped down and abruptly I jerked hard like a fish on a line. For a moment I thought I dislocated my arm, but my grip remained, as whatever I grasped burned through my palm, as I slid down it. It was a vine and I grabbed a hold of it with my other hand and I came to a painful stop, as debris from above rained down on me.
Blinking I got a grasp on my bearings. I was alive, but not for long. I'd run off an abrupt cliff in the middle of the jungle. At least 50 feet further below me a turbulent stream flowed, but it was shallow with rocks everywhere. I wouldn't survive a fall into it.
I was clinging to a tree root about 20 feet below where I'd fallen over the edge. I'd be easy game for the headhunters hanging in the breeze as I was. They'd likely try to pull me up so I wouldn't bust my precious head open on the rocks below.
I heard there excited jabbering from above, it wouldn't be long now one way or another. I had failed everyone and I could see no way out of this predicament. No one even knew to come to my rescue that is except for God. I had been forgetting Him in all this somehow.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall forward against the tree root, "God I need your help! Please send help and deliver me from this situation so I can complete this mission that I've been assigned."
I felt tugging on the root. It was all in God's hands now. Screams broke out from above and a native went sailing out into the air windmilling in his airborne panic. He was closely followed by another and another and another. They fell individually to smack loudly off the wet rocks below their screams of fright dying with them.