Ilruvae's eyes widened at the boom, his instinct being to wrap an arm around the railing, and grab his own hand, wincing as the entire cart went to hell and back, ending up with a likely broken right arm, and more than a couple wrist bones broken. What was that scream..? Wasn't that the driver's voice? Not exactly his highest priority, as he realized that he had ended up over the Caravan's edge, dangling by his arm he had wrapped around, which he soon realized was both in an [i]extreme[/i] amount of pain, and he couldn't likely drop down very easily, for risk of being caught by whatever attackers the Caravan was under assault by. He gritted his teeth, letting go with his good hand, aiming for the nearest vertical bar from there.

[i]Damn[/i] that hurt. He barely gripped unto the bar, his head spinning, and ears ringing from the explosion. With a good deal of effort, he tried to lift himself up using a combination of his own strength and arcane magic, failing and almost losing his grip, certainly breaking a finger as he slammed back down into the Caravan.