Strangely, the fall wasn't halted by the crack. The impact from his leg hitting the ground and the noise that followed were nothing compared to the jolting feeling that yanked the rest of his body off the ledge he's landed on.

The pain didn't even register when he landed once more, wings-first.

Grian could still feel the adrenaline coursing through him and making his entire body feel numb. He stopped to contemplate what had just happened.

Iskall and Mumbo had been chasing him as a joke, he'd soared off the cliff, his wing had suddenly cramped...

It wasn't long until he heard worried voices. Falling from a height that tall wasn't uncommon. Usually a week-long respawn, very painful. Often left a nasty scar.

But he'd survived somehow.

"Grian! Grian oh thank the Hermits in the skies!" Iskall's head came into view, his face worried. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah I thi-" Grian moved to sit up. That's when the pain kicked in, flooding him all at once.

"Ow ow ow ow ow-" He hissed through his teeth. It wasn't really a sharp pain, more like the same pain aching through him in waves.

Strong arms carefully lifted him up. "Deep breaths, I'm gonna carry you to Xisuma's. Okay?"

Grian whimpered, the pain lulling him to unconsciousness. Iskall hefted him up, calling to Mumbo to go alert Xisuma. Then, with a steady takeoff, Iskall opened his elytra and soared into the air, careful to not jostle him too much.