In the air was bad. Rayra already knew this: there was no leverage, but he didn't have to suffer that disadvantage. He was still grasping the swords planted firmly in the ground. Using momentum he already had, the gnoll wrenched the swords from place, and made a hard and ungraceful landing on the ground. It was as much as he could do just to avoid dropping right on top of Mark and his kick, but sprawled across the ground was no better than suspended in the air. He was hardly in any postition to attack, so, again without his normal grace, he scrabled to his feet in time to offer Mark his hand in order to help him up. After all, Mark was no enemy, and this was a friendly fight. "How's your shoulder?" he asked soberly...