[h2][center]Lin Quan[/center][/h2]
The last thing that Lin could recall was fading into unconsciousness, the feeling of every one of his ribs stabbing into his organs burned into his memory.

Now, though, there was none of that. Instead, the feeling of falling endlessly was what met him. Though he had not yet opened his eyes, the young man found it odd that the wind was blowing against his face. No, more than that, the fact that he was falling at all was too odd to ignore. Opening his eyes, in turn, had led to an instant realization of two things.

First: that there was a long, lizardlike mouth that extended from where his own was, complete with a pair of whiskers.
Second: that he was ACTUALLY falling through the sky, with a few other people(?) in a similarly unfortunate position.

Panic would have ordinarily been the first reaction, and Lin found it odd that instead of frantically trying to process what to do, his mind was telling him to simply ride the wind... Whatever that meant. There was a brief moment thereafter that he seemed to hang in the air for a moment, though, before another part of his mind, instinctual or not, told him to try snaking through the air instead of simply falling. 

Following that instruction, facing downwards as he was, caused his descent to accelerate; ordinarily, this would have been far worse for him, but the general "idea" on how to handle his descent had already rooted itself in his mind.

Snaking downwards through the air, Lin immediately glanced at the others falling and made a move to try and help the ones who were most likely to become red stains on the ground. One of them, a girl with white hair, he barely caught the clothes of with one of his newfound (and comparatively stubby) arms; another, a child with horns, had landed onto his face and promptly used one of his new whiskers as a makeshift rope. Given how close the group was now to the ground, the last thing that the dragon could manage to do was grab the small child who was screaming bloody murder for aid with his remaining spare hand and attempting to slow the group's descent towards the ground.

The weight of the three of them at once, though, proved too much for him to sustain on his own, though, and despite his best efforts to stay afloat, Lin began to fall towards the ground. His pace was considerably less than terminal velocity, though, so by the time he "landed" the worst of the damage was from his own body hitting the floor.

"That... Could have been less painful..." Lin groaned, letting go of the two in his hands as he lay on the ground. "And to you, hanging from my face: could I ask if you could please let go before you tear that off of my face?"

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