“Do not move. I will get to you,” Kratos commanded, suppressing his anger so as to deliver his words with a calm demeanor, though terror ripped at his insides.
“I’m slipping!” Atreus cried out.
The structure gave way. As the bridge unraveled, Kratos launched himself for Atreus. While his son clung to his outstretched arm, Kratos curled his son’s body against his chest as they tumbled. Landing with a crushing thud, his son still atop him, Kratos endured the brunt of their twenty-foot fall.
“Anything broken?” Kratos queried, running hands along his son’s arms to check.
“I’m unhurt!” Atreus said, irritated by his father’s coddling.

God Of War - Midgard, Ch 6