Jack can't hope to stand. He goes falling forward, only saving his face by sticking his hands out at the last minute. His palms are scratched and bruised from the impact with the dirt, and his elbows smart from the sudden jarring of the fall. His knees will sport bruises, too.

Groaning, he flops over on his side. He momentarily forgot what was happening, but now, panting, he remembers the guillotine.

With a raspy yelp, he pushes himself back up as though to run, but his legs are still failing him and his back screams in protest being stretched out. He only succeeds in flopping over the other direction, onto the ground again.