[center][IMG]https://i.imgur.com/j4reGhD.png[/IMG][/center] Yang [@Restalaan]; [@PaulHaynek] [hr] There is something a good little harpy learns at a very young age before they learn to fly. How to fall. Its very possible that like a baby bird; they can't quite get the hang of it on their first go. Toddler harpies are taught what to do if they fall, you curl up at the last moment. You protect your head, and your wings. Its going to hurt, but you're less likely to break those hollow bones. If you do, you're in real trouble. And so with a surprised squawk, Ozzy felt hands on his legs and with a flap, he couldn't dislodge himself, and so being swung like a ball in chain, he curled up, hitting the ground. Shoulder, back, feathers cushioned that one, ribs. Crack. He sucked in wind and felt blood pool in his mouth. Another shoulder against the ground, a rock happened to be there, dislocating it. That would keep him from flying too... he was in real trouble. The gods were with him though as in a moment where his world was blacking out he found himself free and crumpled in a heap nearby. He lied motionless, unable to put thoughts to action. Nothing happened for a little bit before a familiar voice shouted to him. What responded was a rather pitiful. [color=gold]"Oww..."[/color] He tried to move but when his muscles attempted to move his shoulder her suddenly cried out, unable to hold it in anymore. He wasn't a warrior, he was a scholar, and this was probably the worst he's ever been hurt. A tear did form in his eye unconsciously. Uncoiling he felt the burning pain in his stomach. He quieted himself. Making audible sucking sounds to keep himself quiet. [color=gold]"Sh-Shoulder... my side too."[/color] He told her, unsure of exactly what she could do. He kind of remembered they were in a battle. [color=gold]"Go-, get out - of here."[/color] He was a goner, and she put herself in danger just focusing on him. He might have been over estimating the situation though. Pain could make things seem worse then they are.