R2 basketball

Gentaro curved sharply to the right and all at once did a completely unwanted 360 degree spin, his hand just barely finding the side of the glider and keeping himself rightside-up before he fell. Saxton flew backwards. His whole body went completely stiff like a startled cat and he fell down, down, back into the clouds and got all swallowed up.

"Shit! Saxton!"

[...]

Saxton knew what a basketball felt like, the rubbery slap of his muscles on hard concrete and the shockwave that rattled cars. When he fell, he fell fast, accelerating to an incredible speed before colliding violently and bouncing along the ground. Every bounce was another, smaller crater, bounding his way down the road until he went through a store window. Everything shattered--glass panes breaking and tables crumpling, people screaming and running. The smell of coffee. Maybe this is a coffee shop? Was.

Hale had fallen from a plane, but no one could put a man of his musculature down easily. Once he was able to tell up from down, that was all he needed to push himself up and shake the glass shards from his hair. He didn't need any sort of protection to keep himself from splattering against the hard, unforgiving forces of gravity. His magnificently masculine beach body had shielded him. Hale could not be hurt by anything! He was invincible! He couldn't help but laugh, laugh at the foolishness of fate to try and kill him!

"Ya see that?!" Hale laugh-shouted towards the heavens. "I'm death proof, wanker-God! I only die when I say I die, and no sooner!"