Clark was expecting it too, but it doesn't make it hurt any less when he lands. He's lucky to not have anything broken, although his ears are ringing from the impact.

Before he can recover and get to his feet, Zod is there, slamming a boot onto his chest. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a complete idiot," he sneers, pressing down. Clark grunts as he feels his ribs creaking, and he can't breathe except in gasps. "How do you still believe that you have a chance?"