Frisk yelps and stumbles back as their footing crumbles, flailing and just managing to grab hold onto a bush to keep from tumbling down along with their friend. Once the racket dies down they scramble back to the edge looking down...oh no. They can't tell if the man is alive or dead from here, but that leg doesn't look good, and there's a lot of red seeping into the pant leg. They bite their lip, then squeeze their eyes shut--