Grace is not something Arex could recall seeing or experiencing much of since his sudden abandonment on this forsaken sand trap, but his landing, by far, was the [i]least[/i] graceful thing of all his horrid experiences so far. 
Literally slung-shot into the sky, the breath was stripped from his lungs as his flesh and face were sandblasted by the cruel gritty air. The unforgiving ground caught up with him much faster than his stomach or momentum could. On top of it all, somewhere along the trip his new friend had abandoned him too. 

Plummeting heavily into the ground a dark plume of sand erupted from his shallow crater. Dazed and confused he was oblivious to the dangers that surrounded him. 
He ached all over and could swear he undoubtedly heard the sharp sound of bones cracking and dislocating. At the very least his flesh and muscle would be badly bruised. Thankfully he didn't have too much of either. Beneath the dull throbbing there was a quiet chattering stirring from beneath his heavy frame. There was deffinatly something harder than just sand here where he lay. It felt like jagged or lumpy rocks. Rocks that wriggled and squirmed beneath his weight. Reaching up and clawing at him with long boney fingers. Jaws rattling, teeth slammming agains teeth as the dead snapped at him.

It was overwhelming, he was swimming in a sea of dead. Looming over him in the near distance a shadow was cast across his path as an image stood out from the sands unmissable and proud. "[color=silver][b][i]Not this fucking place again[/i][/b][/color]" he groans before letting out a loud desperate and deep roar of rage.