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Tazenhani 
If he had been in a better mood, the crack might have disturbed him. The only thing it served to do however, was keep him from jumping on the boy and clobbering him completely. But that hesitation proved to be his downfall.
Literally.
There was no way to fall onto one's back without hurting oneself, except for bracing and praying to the wrinkles of Merlin's hat that your head didn't hit. Thankfully, but extremely painfully, his tail bone and shoulder blades took the brunt of the fall. The rest of the air in his lungs left him in a grunt, the old pain in his ribs flaring back to life, leaving him wanting of simply lying there. But lying in one spot was asking to get hit again, and so he rolled onto his side with a cough, kicking weakly at the foot that had ensnared his.
Back off Denver.
YES! Dakest was down. Tiiimmmmbeeeeeeeer! Dylan felt a slight kick to his foot, but it was barely anything. Fighting to the end. He gave a weak flail back, but he wasn't expecting it to make contact. His head was killing him. His eyes began to droop again. Stay awake. Come on Dylan wake up. No time for sleeping. Lexi's honour and such.