[Barnaby's powers are useless with no way to escape from the gravity well, so he's lifted up and slammed into the ground, Eustace's rifle slipping loose from its holster on his back and clattering across the ground from the impact. Barnaby barely notices though, letting out an agonised sound as the force of the hit makes the still-healing stab wound in his torso flare up. While his powers give extra resistance to attack, they can't compensate for wounds already there, only try to mend them faster while his power is active.
So he remains doubled over for a moment, clutching his abdomen just below the ribs as he pushes himself onto his hands and knees, glaring at Syrlya.]
Howl's already suffered enough! And yet you... [He coughs up blood, spitting it onto the paving, before getting unsteadily back to his feet.]
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So he remains doubled over for a moment, clutching his abdomen just below the ribs as he pushes himself onto his hands and knees, glaring at Syrlya.]
Howl's already suffered enough! And yet you... [He coughs up blood, spitting it onto the paving, before getting unsteadily back to his feet.]