Something about apples, falling, and trees?

Did she? A soft growl escaped his guard. Dammit Ignita, they would not smother these children! The Warlord thought, as he sought to pull Selene down from the dangerous height. Perhaps a touch of hypocrisy to his words. But that was nothing new for the Mountain Warlord.

When he saw Selene approach the edge, he gave one last lunge upwards with all his might, trying to grab at her. But she slipped past his guard, down his head. By the time she hit the floor, the shelf collapsed beneath him with a crash that sent his forehead hard into the next one. This one broke as well, snapping against his cheek in a crash of noise. Leaving an impressive welt in its wake. He kept falling until he hit the ground, and he hit the ground hard. He lay there for a moment, stunned and bleeding.


"Basilisk"