[Cam biffs it and lands hard on the stage, to the sound of the audience's laughter. He really should be used to this. Slowly, he picks himself up, and that sting in his pride is a little more real than he'd care to admit.

He turns, squaring his shoulders.] That's Camulus to you. [Ah right, this is a play. He amends,] The also-lesser known, but still impressive hero from days ago.

[There's a singular 'boo' from the crowd. Cam huffs,] I won't be beaten by the likes of a... soggy piece of driftwood! [Nailed it]