Unprepared for the violent retaliation that had knocked him off his feet and left him aching and struggling to breathe, Aris can do nothing but lie there. His head is spinning and he's only distantly aware of what's happening around him. That strange droning chant, the garden looks very nice today, is the first thing his mind is able to put any meaning to and he groans.

That again?

He turns his head, looking dazedly for his wand as he tries to sit up.