Oakenshield absorbed the damage just as it had when he'd shot the good version. But, also just the same, the elephant shot at such a close range packed a lot of kinetic energy, and that particular Tannusen was sent sliding down the hall.

The other one; the 'good' one, clawed his way to his feet -- literally, using his claws on the wall to pull himself up. Blood dripped from what had to be thousands of gashes, his striped skin peeling apart between them. That spell was really a trick; it had sliced and flayed the tiger.

Tannusen wanted to pass out, his vision was tunneling... bad. But he couldn't afford to do that, and he knew it, so his entire focus went on finishing what he'd come to do. The Fae was more durable than a human, with the Wyrd dropped like this, but he was still rapidly approaching the end of the line.

He didn't want to attack Cassian, but he needed him out of the way. There was a solution to that, and with a snap of glamour he teleported the human out of his own house. He could have sent him a lot further away, but just outside would give him enough of a window to do what needed to be done.