"Fuck's SAKE—" Stutely barked, only to be cut off by a minor cascade of melting snow that pelted his head from somewhere above. All their writhing around was shaking the net, apparently disturbing the snow-laden branches above them. Stutely gritted his teeth in irritation. Some of the snow had collected in the back of his collar and was beginning an unpleasantly icy trickle down his back. "Can ANYBODY reach a fucking KNIFE?"