[Ryunosuke yowls in alarm, at least until the impact abruptly cuts the sound short. After that, he’s just wheezing, the wind knocked right out of him. It takes a few moments for him to collect himself enough to say something, and when he does, it’s in a tight, pained whisper:]
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This… This is… Not much better.
[Sorry Newt; he’s just a lousy critic.]