"It's time, y'know?"

He says quietly, basically mumbling. You knew what time it was - and he did indeed as well. He silently walks over to you, holding out his hand, and curling up four of his fingers in a taunting manor. You mentally groan, standing up and stretching your back. He takes this as an opportunity, and immediately sweeps you off your own feet - though not in the way you'd like. You land on the dusty, dirty gravel floor, the back of your head throbbing in pain.