Nine-of-Tines: Precariously placed, held aloft by each other, and with only the slightest of shifting, spilling down in a cacophonous ear splitting and flesh rending disaster. This balance will not continue forever, it will eventually fall down of its own accord. All you can do is grit your teeth and tear it down your self, lest it happen behind your back when least expected, leaving you so much more injured than if you yourself had tipped it over and were braced for the fall.
