Beachside

Magtok shrugs.

"Sure, as long as you jump in first, with an open wound. Speaking of jumping, I'm outta here."

He then sets about picking himself up, his expression much more serious now that there's a chance he could still be hurled through the sky anyways. He can't hope to flee very quickly, but maybe, if he's lucky (and he's never lucky), he'll be able to clumsily stumble away until he's just far away enough to not be worth the trouble of chasing down!