A<i>thud</i>and an '<i>oof</i>' sounded a few meters from the campsite.  It would seem that a man had fallen a fair distance, perhaps having walked across a line as it shifted.  He grunted and groaned, rolling onto his back and rubbing his head.  He had terrible luck with such things, though refused to ever save himself with flight--not only was he masochistic, but his promise to himself denied him safety of such sorts.  His promise made him nearly human.  He sighed and carefully sat up, moving his legs to check for breaks.  Lucky for him, the fall had only dislocated his left shoulder.  He clenched his teeth and, with a sharp force of his right hand, shoved his shoulder back into place, cringing tightly with the pain that accompanied.  He breathed deep, then cracked a few joints before standing and taking a somewhat confused look around.  He spotted the camp and scratched his head, then slowly stepped toward it, unsure of whom might be residing there.  As he stepped lightly around a boulder, his tennis shoes quietly crunching the grass below them, he stopped at the sight of the woman and immediately brought his hands up in surrender.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b5b5b5"><b>"Uh, hi, there.  Didn't mean to intrude,"</b></span>he spoke quickly, hoping she wouldn't turn that axe on him.  He took a step backward to give distance, feeling far too close to her for comfort.  The man was one to avoid conflict, and he would do so at most any cost.