After being teleported from place to place and flung from danger to danger, Uriel was ready to face anything that came his way.
At least, he thought so.
WHOOOOSH!
But even his wildest expectations were dwarfed by reality.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
Uriel blinked and finally, his eyes snapped open just as he soared out of the portal he had been travelling through.
'DAMN IT!'
His body flipped and twisted uncontrollably, harsh winds slamming into him, pushing and pulling him in every direction as white fog clouded his vision and filled his lungs.
He found himself as wet as he was discombobulated and panicked.
Why?
Because he was falling from the skies.
…
PAH!
Uriel tore past the layer of clouds, finally regaining his sight.
With immense struggle, he flipped through the air enough times to stabilize himself parallel to the earth he rapidly sped towards, arms and legs spread wide to slow his fall as much as possible, akin to a wingsuit flyer.
