<Yes, this town is just entirely populated by shape-shifting lizard people, couldn't you tell?> He says sarcastically. Brian berated himself for letting on that he was the person she'd been looking for earlier, though he didn't think that he'd been that careless. <Now be still while I> *WUMPH* He went flying, totally unprepared for the sheer force coming from her hand. He assumed it was the whatchamacallit that was wrapped around her arm, and refused to believe that it was her strength alone. He tried catching hold of the building's edge, but had no such luck. He was sent shooting over the side and over the cityscape. <...Crud...> He said.
He tumbled through the air, and began demorphing with the intent of morphing an insect or something that could take the impact of falling 25 stories. But there wasn't any time. The ground was coming up too fast. Way too fast.
Luckily, he didn't have that far to go. He crashed through the through glass walls of another tall building. He hadn't been prepared, and took quite a beating from the broken glass and furniture he'd flown into. This floor was mostly open, filled with small cubicles, which were filled with unconcerned people. A few yelled at him, but rather than actually do anything, they simply began picking up their papers. He simply laid there, bleeding from a couple gashes, dazed by his current circumstances. Whatever he did... he didn't want to be on the business end of that curly-arm-blaster thing again.