The wind was knocked from him when he hit the ground, but it didn’t stop Caerus from fighting to get away. What pinned him down wasn’t actually a feline, that he knew, but the question of who it was would have to wait. All that mattered was getting away, and every second he couldn’t made his panic worse. Without realizing it he was reaching up and pushing, trying to twist away, roll over, slide out from under - anything. He waited for a moment when the paws on him would shift slightly, the weight on him would lessen - anything he could use to his advantage.