Within seconds of enjoying the upper-hand candidly perched on Roger's back, Quin suddenly found himself airborne. For a complete second, he was weightless. The panging in his head and the pulsing eruption of pain in his mouth halted. He even enjoyed a slight breeze on his open wounds, pleasurably closing his eyes until he colliding directly with Earth. Roger's falling body continued to plunge the small-framed Quin into the pavement as weary bones struggled until they broke under Roger's bodyweight. A deep chorus of cracks resonated from within Quin's body. His lungs were captive in an imploding cage as ribs bent then snapped. Organs and internal fluids were confined between a parking lot and Roger, desperately searching for orifices to ooze from. Some were successful.

Quin fortunately was knocked unconscious upon impact and got to directly bypass the pains of his body's structural failures. He laid there like a totaled car. A complete and irreparable mess.