Torn Ear mostly swings himself free, but one of his ankles gets caught by a flying piece of rubble. He hears a pop as something shifts out of place, and he does his best to land on his other three limbs.
"I am alive, thank you for worrying!" He tries to hobble around to take another run at the beast, ignoring the new screaming sensation in his ankle.
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