And being the total MickChick that I am, you had my heart fluttering with these well written sentences......
"Mick let the rope drop, clipped the carabinier of his harness on and began to feed the line, bouncing outward as he dropped. The cave opening was about a third of the way down the face. He rappelled over to it feeding line as he went."
Ah, I could see it all.

That gorgeous hair moving in the breeze, his Duster flaring out......


Not exactly the correct abseiling gear, but he's a vampire!
The rules don't apply.
