.... Ah! That was probably a good reason to move - too bad that thought came too late, as the Stampede was scrambling away the very moment Allen tripped on his legs, which also probably hadn't been the brightest move in history. Ah well. When you messed up once, it was best to just let the bad luck fall as long as it wanted.
Until he heard Allen's head crack against the floor, that was. Then he was actually making progress in his get-out-of-the-way scheme, hurriedly asking his own questions, "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry are you alright--?" And, whoa, best not to clash foreheads with someone who just fell on theirs.
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Sparring was enlightening, the Plant decided, and as dangerous as anything else. And- though Allen would kill him if he heard it- the invention-thing was better worn than sitting on the floor.