"Well, considering my limited talents, blood was what I was going to suggest. However, another idea comes to mind. If these gaps don't prove too large, we could try and bridge it with some parts from those machines that attacked us. If that fails, then it's down to my blood or your wind."
Zane tries to inspect the gaps between the tables, to see if the parts could conceivable fit
Using the parts from the creatures is actually reasonably creative and something the narrator didn't think about. Zane manages to cover a bunch of them, but the final jump is too long. They'll have to jump, be creative, or preferably both.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
"I didn't really think of using the machines, brilliant, doctor!"
Seeing that the final jump was too far for either of them, the lady having little athletic talent to begin with if any at all, Serenity looked over to Zane and a grin came across her face.
"Doctor, are you willing to take a leap of faith? If you jump, I could perhaps give you a push over the other side with my wind."
Before Zane reached the peak of his jump, Serenity took in a gulp of air. When he did reach the top of his arc, the air gathered down in her gut blew out strong, coursing up her esophagus, and out her mouth in a focused stream of air.
Zane struggles to pull himself up, using all of his not-very-impressive-strength. He then concentrates, and uses some of his blood to make a platform beneath him, which he slowly raises, and uses to help pull himself up
It works, although almost begrudgingly, as if the narrator is a bit tired of Zane using his magic skill as a one-size-fits-all solution. The narrator is mostly kidding.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
"Zane, is there something on your side that you can use to bring me over? Perhaps a lever to drain this acid, surely the insane scientist didn't mean for it to stay here forever."
Serenity was still stuck on her little island of course, not sure if she could push herself with the wind like she did with Zane. Her jump wasn't great either, and her legs tensed at the thought of an attempt. How long the table could even hold her was another worry, not that she was a heavy individual but time didn't seem to be to kind to a lot of things in this ancient lab.
It works, although almost begrudgingly, as if the narrator is a bit tired of Zane using his magic skill as a one-size-fits-all solution. The narrator is mostly kidding.
(The gods who see all question the amount of focus and blood expended in making it solid enough to support human weight.)
(The gods should be satisified to know that Zane will be quite dizzy once his makes it up. He was also focusing quite hard. Now are the gods satisfied, or do I need to go sacrifice a goat or something?)
Zane pulls himself up, quite dizzy once he gets his footing. Wishing that there had been another way, he lets go of the blood magic platform, letting it fall to the floor.
"I'll take a look!"
Zane straightens up and looks around for some sort of device or something to help Serenity up