Whatever he did have in mind a moment ago, it took a backseat to his throwing himself the hell out of the way. But there was a little tearing noise behind him as he did it, and the almost graceful roll he'd intended just turned into some more painful scraping across the disturbed turf. Damn rock.

The next order of business was to scramble to his feet, but with the state of the battlefield, finding a steady foothold wasn't quite as trivial as it might have been - and again, for just one distracted moment, left him open.