The impact forced Rowan tumbling down and back, and in his attempt to stop it, his baton came off in little discs like a sliced carrot, all the little rounded bits rolling around him for a brief moment. He panted for a moment, the rolling stopping. Rowan was exhausted, and rolled over. He then fell down, lying in a pile of his baton materials. He peeled back his hood, revealing his pallid face and deep sapphire eyes. His long straight brown hair seemed to cling to his hood from all the sweat and containment unit gel in the hood. "Augh..." Rowan grunted, then going on to be perfectly silent.