Vash sends a bolt burning across the spire's side, just by your hand. Some fragments of hot rock graze your arm.
"Are you going to make my vengeance a simple thing, then?" Vash asks harshly.
A particularly strong wave manages to splash your boots as it washes across the spire. You then climb up, rolling the success needed to ascend to the top.
The next one is not only farther, but taller.
With a mighty effort, you take a running leap (as much as you can run with a couple inches of space) and throw yourself at the next spire! For a moment it looks as though you are going to make it, and your foot plants itself on the top... then gives out from weakness, and you tumble down the side of it.
You manage to catch a handhold and, again, cling desperately to the side of the rock. You have fallen a great distance down and cut your forehead and scraped your hands.
Vash stands over you on the previous spire, watching you with a sneer. His pistol is leveled at you.
"Are you just going to let him torture you?" Rand shouts from somewhere. "Come on, Rianna! You can do this! Just open up to your emotions, let them empower you!"
Vash just puts another shot past your side, blowing a chunk out of the spire and swaying you with the concussion.
"Pull your way to the top!" Rand urges.