[The sound catches him unaware, breaking his concentration mid-jump. And Corey ends up clipping the root with his sneaker - not quite clearing, missing it by that much - arms flailing a bit as he tumbles to the ground. Sorely disappointed at first, but the panic sets in once he hears that sound again. It's much closer and nastier than before and he doesn't like it one bit.
His reaction time might've been slow back in the garage, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins from the run is enough to kick some of his instincts into gear. Before he hits the ground he manages to tuck his arms and legs in so he can roll. There's the dullest throb in his ankle where foot connected with tree, and he doesn't want to do much more damage.
It all happens so quickly - literal seconds - but to Corey it seems like moving in slow-motion until his side hits the ground. Then he's breaking out of his stunned state, scrambling for something at his back, under his jacket. Fishing around blindly in the dark.]
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His reaction time might've been slow back in the garage, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins from the run is enough to kick some of his instincts into gear. Before he hits the ground he manages to tuck his arms and legs in so he can roll. There's the dullest throb in his ankle where foot connected with tree, and he doesn't want to do much more damage.
It all happens so quickly - literal seconds - but to Corey it seems like moving in slow-motion until his side hits the ground. Then he's breaking out of his stunned state, scrambling for something at his back, under his jacket. Fishing around blindly in the dark.]