Excerpt.......Wilbraham's weight settled on to all of his left foot, giving his kick more power and stability. Then with the same momentum he span and began a furious sprint in the opposite direction. As attentive as Will was to detail when the situation demanded it, right now what he needed was distance, and lots of it. This being the case, the inevitable happened, as he was introduced to the perilous cobbles beneath him at a great velocity. After a distressing crack and a dizziness of light Will managed to stumble to his feet and continue in a somewhat uneasy retreat.
After several minutes and turnings later, he dared to look round, nothing. Wheezing with relief he muddled his way to the nearest wall and slumped down to the floor. It was only now that he realised how badly he'd fallen. He realised that he needed to move, but also realised that he was probably too dizzy to do so. After a few minutes he attempted to stand. After several failed attempts to find his limbs he achieved what might be considered a success. Although, even on his knees the world spun so much it made him nauseous so he thought better of standing and resorted to crawling to the nearest doorway.