Astaroth, who was now falling to the ground, his eyes closed, heard the following sounds.
*Shlock* *Bang* *Bam* *Crack*
A booming pained roar followed these. He smiled.
Suddenly a burst of wind caught his form, in a diagonal motion, slowing down his fall and angling him better for a rolled landing.
Astaroth opened his eyes again, looking at the ground getting closer and closer. His now diagonal motion made it possible for him to attempt a smoother landing, and cancel out the fall damage.
As soon as his feet hit the ground, he dived forward and balled himself up, letting his body roll out the rest of the momentum. After a few seconds of rolling, he was now safe on the ground, his face to the ceiling.
He smiled at what he then saw. The Manticore was now falling too, with one of its wings bent at a weird angle, and it tried softening the fall with the other, still intact wing.
It was easier said than done, and the beast still hit the ground violently, with a weird crunch.
