Enigma flew several feet out from the shattered window, then gravity took hold of him and he plummeted several dozen yards to the rough, barren terrain below.
With a bone-crunching WHAM, he hit the ground. Fortunately, the video-game-style physics of his world prevailed; rather than being squahsed into a bloody pulp, he just sustained quite a few scars and bruises, and was really, really "low on health", so to speak.
He let out a pained groan. A familiar black shadow crept over to his battered body.
"That was pathetic."