He knelt and the clouds seized from the west side. He bounced up, his hand drew back to wing him, he was attempting to give a dodge to the cloud and sit on the other column but another one came out from nowhere and hit his arm.
His vision grew hazy at the pain, his shirt glued to his skin and he slipped in the half of that useless attempt.
For a moment, he assumed that was the end but he managed to touch the edge of the nearest column.
Taking hold of the margin, heaving his breath out, the scent of burning flesh mixed with blood and teased his nose; although the ragged edge was irritating his fingers, he lifted himself despite being hard. His arm ached and had gone weak and he wasn't sure how long he could hang on continuing the game.
