Evanael swollowed hard as the disk went up. When it finally reached 100 Meters he looked about, quite nervous, but at the same time rather happy for a challenge. Sure he'd proabaly end up with a few broken bones and several bruises and stuff like that, but it would be all for the better... he guessed. Looking around he took his time to be decisive and in stead of just straight of jumping, a bright and rather stupid idea came to his mind. He'd try to fly his way out of this. Stuck on the idea that if the birds could fly so could he and this was a perfect time to try.
He turned and backed up nearly to the edge and then took a breif few strides and leapt off the end shooting for an open patch of ground. His wings snapped open and he flapped his wings furiously, futile of course, and tried to slow himself down. Dispite everything his wings were a bit of help. Instead of hitting the ground at a good 150+ MPH he managed to get it down to about 150 MPH before he just pulled his wings in tight and let himself fall. He hit the ground curled up into a tight ball and bounced once, loosing his breath and then twice, finally going all jelly bodied as he blacked out and then a third time and then slid five feet over the ground before comming to rest.
Of course he didn't move his body allready racing to recover from the shock of said landing. Several of the bones in his wings were broken, amking them even more useless than before. His back was going to turn into a massive black bruise and several of his ribs were cracked and one of them even broken in two. The wound ont he back of his head fromt he other days had reopened and was bleeding, staining his hair dark red. Amongst everything else, he'd broken both bones in his right arm and was covered in enough scrapes and sratches to look like he'd been through a war zone.