Tannusen stayed on the ground for a bit, still trying to get his breath back. Impact, a choking, and then another smaller impact hadn't left him with much room to get air flowing again!

Once that was accomplished, he spat up more blood and then climbed up onto his hands and knees. He got a boot under himself, planted it firmly, and then pushed himself upright, swaying dangerously once he was back on his feet. Healing? Fuck healing. That defeated the purpose of getting his ass kicked. Besides...

"No Glamour."