Getting down off these rocks would be a challenge even in full daylight. At night, it's nearly impossible. Ronan doesn't even see her leg until he's already tripping over it, and by then, it's too late to do anything about it.

Clumsy and top-heavy, he goes tumbling. Unable to stop his fall, the best he can do is throw his weight so that he doesn't crush the caskets on his way down. His silver orb is sacrificed in the maneuver, flung without aim as he scrambles to protect his precious cargo. The caskets end up cradled in his arms, shielded while the rest of him hits rock after rock at gravity's mercy, armor crunching with each impact.

He lands on his back at the bottom of the crater, the wind knocked out of him. It wasn't a long fall, but it was an ugly one, his bones rattled by it and his ribs aching in a way that suggests several of them might be broken. Though the armor's been a burden, he probably would have cracked his spine or his skull along the way if he hadn't been wearing it.

The landing has him feeling paralyzed regardless, but he's still clutching the caskets tight against his chest, so he's not entirely lost.