He didn't fight the fall - he was already off balance - so instead he breathed out sharply before he hit the ground, careful not to let himself get winded, even as Wesker's fists came towards his face.

The first connected, rattling his brain inside his skull but without breaking anything. Before the second blow could land, straight up went the arm, protecting his face and taking the blow. He was not going to stay here. He grunted as he shifted, viciously, squirming under Wesker until he could untrap his knee and wedge it between the two of them and push.