[Viktor has taken some spills over the years--not unusual, considering his is mostly a story of a body unable to keep up with its mind, but in the moments before he hits the ground, he thinks he really should have known better. Kyle's arms grasping for purchase around him does slow the fall just a bit, though the cushioning leaves something to be desired.
They hit the stone path, a tangle of limbs, one of his legs forcibly jostling itself out of the pedal, the other still stuck to the bike. He tries to right himself, even as the impact shoots up his side, but in the jumble of it all he can't seem to free his foot. Viktor groans, then tries again to free himself, jostling the gear shift.
The bike, at least, seems to be completely unharmed.]
Hnghh--[Another grunt of pain--hopefully Kyle can extricate himself with less effort.] I suppose I asked for this.
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They hit the stone path, a tangle of limbs, one of his legs forcibly jostling itself out of the pedal, the other still stuck to the bike. He tries to right himself, even as the impact shoots up his side, but in the jumble of it all he can't seem to free his foot. Viktor groans, then tries again to free himself, jostling the gear shift.
The bike, at least, seems to be completely unharmed.]
Hnghh--[Another grunt of pain--hopefully Kyle can extricate himself with less effort.] I suppose I asked for this.
[Flying too close to the sun.]