"Haven't broke my neck yet." Necessity is the mother of not only invention but also new skills, where 'skill' means 'capability sufficient to avoid the breaking of one's neck'; the sort of things you practise while someone is firing arrows at you are the sort of things you get the hang of quickly, or not. Seoraj is mentally applying much the same principle to the dangers of Baedal-- you adjust or you don't, and it's on you, champ.

He squints down the ravine, crouched, to get a better estimate of just how difficult this is going to be (not impossible but not pleasant, either, scaling up for the addition of spindly things from Tim Burton's acid-trip love affair with M.C. Escher).