"Hey... don't freak out, don't freak out! Well, at current speed of free fall, this guy would need about seven to eight minutes before he hits the ground and turns into a pancake. In other words, I have to come up with a plan before that happens."
Myna gripped tightly onto the corner of Grimm's shirt as strong gusts of wind battered its feathers. A pair of eyes were darting around to look for any ideas.
After a few silent minutes...
"Argh! It's impossible to come up with anything. Lord Myna wasn't born to mull over situations like this! Do I really have no other choice than to let him turn into pancake and then allow his Soul-Fire Prime to reside in my body?
Myna kneaded his head with his wings, swaying it left to right as if frustrated with the small volume of brain he was born with.
The key issue was that in this form of free fall, opening Grimm's Crystal Ball was impossible for Myna.
'Whoosh!'