[Espy]

Some fifteen feet away from the light-blue aura, Dante tripped unintentionally dramatically, twisted some, and fell on his back.

...And here I thought I'd be fine, he thought to himself as pain shot up his spine from his latest attempt to save the damsel in distress.

"Um. Well then." He gave Feenai a small shove in the general direction of where he'd figured Dara to be, from Feenai's directions, and remained splayed out. It was too much of a hassle to get up. Still anxious, he groped around his belt and found the badly-holstered gun from the old priest. Some sort of lousy Key, huh.