Going for the Red Point on Obsession Fatale, pangs of anxiety waved over me as I awaited the arrival of my spotters. Having burst the tip of my index finger on my last head point. The interim between the removal of the top rope and the arrival of my friends was perhaps the most uncomfortable but best feeling I have experienced. The next thing I knew I was slapping the slopey top out having filled the crux pebble scar with my blood. Phenomenal day with amazing company.