With a snarl, Ferix's free wing snapped shut, and he grabbed his captive wing with his free claw, pulling it closed over him, robbing them of all their flight as he turned, his back facing the ground as the pair began plummeting to the earth. Handy turned his head, just spotting out the side of his helmet slit the ground rushing up to embrace them both with its cold, unfeeling, hateful, and unyielding surface. With him as first in line for huggles from Mother Earth. "…Oh."