[Blake groans. A few feet away, the bat goes Cro.]
[He's flat out on the dirt. It may be hard, it may've smacked him in the face, and there may be an old branch jabbing him in the kidney, but it's good old solid ground, and he has to be grateful for that.]
[He pushes himself up onto his hands and knees and takes stock of whether or not he's going to puke his guts up. Nah, they feel like they're gonna stay in place for the time being.]
[He shakes his head, trying to get his eyes to stop rattling around. It's suddenly real quiet, without the wind slamming past his ears.]
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[He's flat out on the dirt. It may be hard, it may've smacked him in the face, and there may be an old branch jabbing him in the kidney, but it's good old solid ground, and he has to be grateful for that.]
[He pushes himself up onto his hands and knees and takes stock of whether or not he's going to puke his guts up. Nah, they feel like they're gonna stay in place for the time being.]
[He shakes his head, trying to get his eyes to stop rattling around. It's suddenly real quiet, without the wind slamming past his ears.]
Yeah. Fine.