A cold breeze blew up my hair.
My clothes fluttered as I hugged my bag full of potions and handguns tight.
Free fall. It was a strange sensation. I twisted my body ever so slightly toward the ground inched ever closer and—
"AGH!"
My body slammed on the ground, back first. Grass and rocks grazed my face and dirt hugged my clothes as I rolled on the ground.
A constitution stat in the sixties, it was enough to survive a minor car crash or a three-storey tall fall.
I took in deep, heavy breaths on the ground and jumped back up to my feet. My back and stomach ached, both of them the point of impacts.
It was fine if it was just humans, but when hobgoblins were added into the mix, it stopped being a fight and became a survival.
"They didn't follow…"
I looked up at the window and saw the hobgoblins turning away.
These bastards did not plunge down with me, but they were going to continue their chase.
