[Legolas sheathed his blades, not wanting to stab himself or lose them. His first instinct is to tense up, protect his head and body but he'd been taught when he was an elfling that a fall could be less painful if one was relaxed. This was kind of the same. Right?
Except it didn't help. His head cracked against the ceiling hardest and his vision spun as a result, the wind was knocked from his lungs and he was left gasping for breath.]
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Except it didn't help. His head cracked against the ceiling hardest and his vision spun as a result, the wind was knocked from his lungs and he was left gasping for breath.]
Nîdh!