Once more, Basil did a count down. Starting with the bag held in his hands at his knees, tied with a secure knot to the rope, he pictured in his mind the bag flying up and hitting Touya in the mouth; it was the best way for him to imagine directing the wind in any particular direction, and this one being so far away, Touya was the most familiar thing here.

As soon as the wind circled around Basil's hips, it merged together like a tornado at his hands and lifted the bag up. Spiraling upwards, the bag shot, wobbling left and right with the rope trailing behind. Enchanted ropes are awesome by the way, since this rope never once tugged on Basil's body as if it suddenly had gotten too short. The bag shot up the hole, right past Touya's hands. Immediately he floundered around reaching for the bag as quickly as possible. When he got ahold of it, he yanked it close to his chest and heaved a breath to relax.

Basil opened his eyes carefully to see if the bag had begun to plummet back down toward him. When he saw the rope was still held up in the air, he looked up. “You caught it!”

“Third time's the charm.” Touya laughed down. He rolled over and looked down the hole. “Organize,” he ordered to the little flecks of light, spinning his right hand on his wrist like a little tornado. The lights flickered closer to Basil, then up the rope to illuminate it, and then back up to Touya. “Ready?”

“You'd better be careful.”

“We'll see.” Touya promised in a cheerful tone. He stood up, dropped the bag to his left hip, firmly in his left hand, and then with his right, he held the rope as it went behind his back. “O Queenie, dumbness happened, power to lift fallen moron. Erect, Wall level one.”

“I heard that!” Basil retorted as Touya cast his incantation.

Touya's purple eye glowed with power as lightning shot down around him and through the hole as if it were alive. He pulled on the rope with his right hand and began to lift Basil off the ground. As soon as the blond was a few inches up, the lightning that was ricocheting around merged underneath him to create a small hexagon shape just underneath his butt and began to help push.

It wasn't magical in that it was instantly lifting, Touya still had to do all of the work. Basil held tight to the rope with his hands to steady his back as the piece of wall beneath him was providing support and gently lifting. It was the sort that with each pull Touya'd do that would result in just two inches of lift, he'd get four or five thanks to the magic assisting from beneath Basil.