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Smith cried out, hand flying to his face. The toe of his shoe caught the ground and he tripped destructively, powdery snow flying up in a cloud, and the ground trembling as he slammed into it at full speed.

He rolled onto his back, groaning in pain and with frustration. He felt at his hand-- it was bleeding where the spikes of Teloth's gauntlet had caught it.

He was slow to rise up, awkwardly shuffling onto a hand and a knee, busy trying to blink the dirt out of his eyes.