The path went black as Praxis closed his eyes moments before colliding with the speeding person, and suddenly he was on his back with the air being forced from his lungs. As he lay with his eyes being unable to focus, it suddenly struck him that it could be anyone with this power. Did he really just take a hit for someone he had no connection to? That certainly would not be ideal, but whoever it was seemed to react to the being called Aruna... or maybe just having another voice in their head. Although, he'd never seen this ability before, so the odds of finding it twice in one week seemed slim. 

Instinctively, Praxis tried to move his hands to his temples to aid his now pounding headache, only to find his right arm was pinned to his chest. Placing his free hand over his eyes as they seemed to rattle around in his head attempting to gain focus, he took several sharp breaths in, followed by small coughs. "That certainly... did not... feel good," he whined. Suddenly he was tasting blood, and so he absently tried to move his right hand to his mouth. Unable to move it again, he suddenly felt confused and wondered how hard his head and hit the ground. Blinking wildly, he looked straight up to see the sky burning brightly for a moment, but his view was soon blocked by two more eyes looking back into his. He recognized them as Aruna's golden ones, suddenly having his stupid decision come back to him. Following her whisper, he responded "In the - slightly bruised - flesh. Speaking of, do you mind? I think I need to check myself for broken ribs." 

Soon after pushing herself up, the girl was thrashing words about in her usual anger, just as he had expected. He waited for her to finish before sitting up, taking the time while laying flat to stretch his right arm and find he had no broken bones, contrary to what he expected. When Aruna had finally stopped yelling, Praxis slowly sat up and breathed out, peering over his shoulder to find the mass of people around the chasm staring at the spectacle the two had made. Rolling his eyes at both situations, he moved his shaky gaze back to his unintentional assailant. "Well, as much as I'd love to find out if you could make the jump at the speed you were going, there is a huge ass hole over there. I can't even see the bottom. Not to mention it's surrounded by gawking people who, granted would've made a better emergency brake for you in my opinion, but are probably not willing to fall straight to hell just because you can't watch where you're running." He met her glare with accidental intensity, not sure why he was suddenly angry. It wasn't long before he realized he was upset just because she was, due to being in her mind to make her stop. Coupled with the anger was also unfiltered sadness that he did not appreciate, so he shook his head and cleared the connection as fast as possible. 

"Why are you sorry? It was my stupid idea to stand here. I much would've preferred to set up a snare, but I didn't have the time. That would've been pretty funny," he laughed as he stood up in pain and dusted himself off. Limping, he took a small step toward her. He wasn't sure he wanted to, but reluctantly he stuck out his hand to help her up. It seemed too vulnerable an action for his liking, so he moved his eyes away from hers and toward the chasm in the ground; he figured this would be enough to avoid explaining his ability to penetrate her thoughts. "C'mon, there are people watching," he teased. "Besides, you'll want to see this."