Fortune didn't know what he could do to improve the situation he was in; In fact he barely understood what was going on beyond the fact that they were moving at high speeds towards what appeared to be the ground and making contact with it was honestly likely to result in death. He lacked the spark of magic within himself (those boys who did have it were taken at a young age and never seen or heard of again) and he doubted that one could charge the ground to make the impact any better. 

Instead he reached under the gap between himself and his breastplate in order to grasp two amulets that he kept there, holding one the first (a small symbol of a shield and spear) tightly as he softly prayed "Myrmidia, please do not allow one of your servants to perish in such a dishonorable manner as this." before grasping at the second talisman (a white dove in flight) and muttered a different prayer softly under his breath. "Shallya, please show your servant mercy and protect those who travel with me from harm."

It wasn't much, but it was all he could do; All one could do in a situation like this was pray and hope the gods were listening.