At first, Sax and the rest of the guardsmen merely swayed with the turbulence. He had an easy-going, casual look to him as he'd gone through a dozen drops before. But even on the easy part, many of the other men looked around anxiously or hyperventilated. First timers or PTSD veterans, he guessed. 

Then the missile fire, and the lander began to lurch and jerk this way and that. Saxon rode it easily, the commando used to jumping across branches and keeping his balance in wrestling matches against other Catachan fighters. Of course after the third hit and the rumble of their guns, even Sax nearly hit the floor, catching the steel ground with his hand. 

When he heard the call to brace for impact, Saxon waited three scant seconds, and then jumped. His long legs and practiced acrobatics served him well. He leaped into the air nearly above men's shoulders. He couldn't time the jump with approximate accuracy, but he jumped high enough to where it mattered little. The iron cage slammed to a stop as he was feet off the ground, and he caught himself on the floor roughly.