Clip your leg. Hit with a splat. Bump a wall. That all sounds so lovely. "You know I used to think falling was such a simple thing," he grumbles lightly before lining up his heels as well. Knowing that just leaning or taking a step back will send him plummeting to the ground has his heart pounding in his ears.

"You definitely give 'hitting the hay' a whole other meaning." He's looking over his shoulder as he says it, trying to imagine how his fall is going to go. "You said arms out slightly? What does that do?"