 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
The tumble might have been a bit nasty if it weren't for the table that was mercifully there to take care of their fall. And really, take care of the man that he had tumbled right into. There was a crack, the table and it's contents toppled at a weird angle, and a serious groan of pain which was all but lost in the commotion of the shop bursting with the bust.
Rhydian didn't bother to ask if the guy was alright. Instead, as soon as the shock of the impact was over, and he could work himself half upright and his arm out from under the near dead-weight of the man, he fished his wand out of his sleeve and cast a full body-bind on the bloke.
Once that was done, and it was clear that the shop was secure under the MLE, Rhydian fished out the guy's wand and tucked it safely away up his sleeve, keeping his own in hand. Rising to his feet, he brushed bits of glass off his shoulder, looking from Bellaire to Cambridge to Bosslady and then out into the alley behind him.
Hopefully, this wasn't some sort of double trap.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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