Aware that the leeway the wind bought them may be brief, Aris pulls in a breath and holds it, intending to grab the other two and pull them away from the flowers so he can get another shot with Glacius and-- These grand plans are interrupted, however, when the vine catches him by the ankle and pulls him off his feet with a startled yelp. He lands on his back with an audible oof!, dropping his wand somewhere among the grass and flowers.

There is no dignity here.