Darkwing's used to being able to get right back up and bend himself back into shape. He wasn't expecting that rough root landing to be as painful as it was.

"Uh - minor setback," he says, with more gusto than he feels as he picks himself up off the ground to see one of those weird, featherless, beakless mutants standing over him.

"I'm not used to swords. Been a long time since I even picked one up."