( being forced into the air is enough to break his concentration, and the light swimming beneath his skin dims but doesn't fade. disorientation gives way to irritation.
but then he's falling, dropping into an awkward crouch. the impact jarring through his lanky frame then fanning out, splitting the concrete. )
Ow.
( a rasp of sound, like his throat isn't meant to form words.
the burrower regards rey quizzically as if surprised to find her there, but its confusion doesn't last. it was called here for a purpose, after all. )
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but then he's falling, dropping into an awkward crouch. the impact jarring through his lanky frame then fanning out, splitting the concrete. )
Ow.
( a rasp of sound, like his throat isn't meant to form words.
the burrower regards rey quizzically as if surprised to find her there, but its confusion doesn't last. it was called here for a purpose, after all. )