Too late.

[Kratos is already halfway down, and he isn't sure how to get back up again. He'll handle that when the time comes; for now, he manages to get his knee bent, so he's kneeling, even if all his weight is on one leg and not the other. His eyes crease slightly with the pressure it puts on the scar of his cut muscle, but he otherwise doesn't make a sound. See, Yuan? No catching necessary.

[Then he goes about collecting shards with an air of grim resolution.]