Swearing in his native language, Auriel tried to get around to the front of the creature so that he wouldn't get squished when it fell. When that was proving unsuccessful, he just let himself get thrown back about fifteen feet, landing flat on his back, the wind getting knocked out of him. "Ugh..." he groaned, rolling over to his side and wincing at a sharp pain in his left shoulder. "Dammit," he grumbled, positive his shoulder blade was cracked, if not broken completely. Taking a deep breath he sat up and slowly got to his knees, his good hand picking up the knife and glaring in the general direction of the monster.