This sudden hit from his pet wasn't seen or expected by Jim so he took a couple of seconds to realize what was going on. He fell fast and his speed kept increasing the closer he got to the ground, and the worst thing ever was that he didn't have a choice in selecting his fall.
He tried to rotate a couple of times but he ended up spinning, adding more uncomfort to him.
"Any ideas?" he shouted while being greatly enraged.
'Try to use your wings,' the old man said.
"If I survived this, I swear to kill that damn pet with my hands!"
'He must have done this for a reason,' the old man was strangely calm.
"What the f*ck might be that reason?"
Yet the answer didn't come from the old man but from Don himself.
"Roar!"
