Something definitely crunched at that moment and Blood was pretty sure it was one of his metatarsals, even through the thick of his boot. He howled, almost louder than the very snap and crack of the elevator cable finally giving way from all that downward force. Almost.

The lights went out and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The momentum of the fall made the elbow miss its mark. His hand clamped around Falcon's wrist but no longer for the purpose of hurting him but because he had nothing else to hold on to as gravity gave the duo a grand fuck you inside their tiny box entrapment. He knew a lot of things were probably going to hurt much more than his foot in a few split seconds.