It knocks the wind out of him a little, but not half as much as he knows it could if York was really trying to hurt him. Or if Wash was untrained at this. He falls back, turning it into a roll that keeps him from hitting the mat full force and lets him push himself back up to his feet easily.

When the applause comes, he just stares at the rebels for a moment, caught off guard by the sheer enthusiasm for this basic training exercise.