Tiscalli followed quickly. He fell fast. He closed his eyes thinking. When he realised he was cloe to the ground he flipped over. He spread his legs and his arms to create a wind resistance. He hit the ground hard and rolled. He stood up shaking. He hated doing that. He got out his rifle and looked around. Nothinng. He stooped down and took some dirt/sand and rubed his hands with it. He gripped his rifle more tightly and waited for the others...
I know what you're thinking, I know how you're feeling, Believe me. You're not alone.