@ag3ntv // continued from: everything's spinning! 💫
Upon finding something comparable to a stable base, a sharp exhale exits through his nose, more grit than breath as the room appeared to tilt again; at least, from his perspective. Sent flailing, an arm shoots outwards, seeking support that's found in the offering of a black limb as he lets the sensation wash over him.
He'd gotten his bell rung before, taken hits to the noggin that were shrugged off fairly quickly. But something about the particular, magically enhanced punch that had made contact with his skull had sent his equilibrium into disarray. So much that, for once, he wasn't instantly repellent to a stranger's touch. "Lucky me then." Voice roughened by the amount of dust inhaled, with her support, he fought to correct the endless sway in his stance, stability returning in precious increments, which allowed his mind to focus on other matters.
Such as his mask, and the broached idea of dispelling it. Stewing on thethought for a moment, all that seemed to happen was a contraction of the red markings outlining his eyes, when all at once, like a wave breaking upon the shore, navy-blue luminescence glowed a bright white, before then dissolving. Hardlight particles vanished on command, leaving in its place a drawn but alert face, marred significantly by a long gash that stretched across his temple, from being struck.
"Did I mention I hate magic yet?" If only because it's usually used against him, instead of for his own benefit!