[He scrambles as the Dragon-type flies off, biting back a scream from dragging his tail across the debris when Focalor and Badr both swooped down and carried out of the impact zone. Sinbad pants as he leans against the Dragonite, as Furfur licked his cheek to try to comfort him]

Ow... no, think something's... lot of somethings' broken - it hurts so bad. Can't follow like this.