[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]E6 (In a tree) -> E6 (On the ground)[/center]
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Arthur's first clue that Andy wasn't doing alright was her failure to respond to his inquiry, and his second, much more obvious one, was the massive bolt of lighting getting thrown at his face. Watching the bolt start to form in his fingertips, he knew a lot of pain was coming, and he was helpless to stop it, or even really brace himself. The first thing he noticed was the fact that he was no longer under the tree anymore, and was now floating in midair, as his skin charred from the raw energy coursing through it. He'd scream, if he felt able to move, but the electricity made it very difficult to do that. 

Crashing onto the ground, he was lucky to not hear any of his bones cracking. As he was grounded, he briefly felt angry, but he was quickly conflicted on that. He really shouldn't have pushed her out of that tree, and he could understand her response. Still, he hurt, bad, and his ankle was throbbing. Right now, he had to avoid talking to Andy, or he was likely to explode on her. Looking weakly up at Eva, he nodded weakly. Apparently, Andy wasn't the only thing pissed at him, since that did just about nothing. "[color=4286f4]Can we try that again please?[/color]" He coughed, and when he was given his second, he gulped it down quickly. Feeling his burns and sprain fade away. He hobbled to his feet. His face was red, embarrassed not only from his injury, but from everything about the situation.