[The sphere of stone is appreciated, even though it does little to actually mitigate the speed of the movement. Laying prone against the earth, he hadn't noticed; but now he's sitting up and his back-rest is moving with him, it's jolting and uncomfortable and mercifully not long.

[The sphere erupts from ground and crumbles into soft crust, leaving Kratos gasping and dizzied, and clinging to the rock behind him as if it is anymore stable than himself. It is, once it's actually rooted in ground. Which, apparently, for a summon spirit, is not a foregone thing.]

C- Commander?

[And he is being stared at by the soldiers on watch, because of course he is. At least it isn't actually the middle of camp. Kratos straightens and shakes fragments of crust out of his hair, and peers breathlessly up at Yuan, dusty and wide-eyed, and trembling all unconscious.]