To Fall From A Cliff's Edge

One moment, he was facing foes; the next, he was falling, crashing into harsh, jagged rocks, bashing into his armor and catching at his flesh before finally slamming into solid ground. He choked on the dust, his ears flicking to the echoing laughter of the bandits up above. A thud of steel against the earth caused flecks of dirt to clatter unpleasantly against Lancelot's bare face. He's bracing himself to sit up when a rock slams into his temple with enough force to disorient him.A bout of laughter erupts, and Lancelot growls, turning his blurred gaze to their retreating forms. Those damned imbeciles.OR: Lancelot and Arthur suddenly find themselves in a cramped cave.