[ Considering his track record, a shot to the eyes would be in poor humor.
For a very brief moment, Aemond is feeling good about his odds. He's ready to dodge Terry's fake out and slip in another shot, but the leg sweep takes him right out. He tries to catch his footing, but there's not enough fight to win gravity once it gets its hold on him.
The impact of the floor against his back pushes a grunt of air out of his lungs, head thudding hard enough to daze him temporarily.
He knows better than to linger while downed and is already trying to roll himself over onto his knees before the fight gets called out of his favor.]
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For a very brief moment, Aemond is feeling good about his odds. He's ready to dodge Terry's fake out and slip in another shot, but the leg sweep takes him right out. He tries to catch his footing, but there's not enough fight to win gravity once it gets its hold on him.
The impact of the floor against his back pushes a grunt of air out of his lungs, head thudding hard enough to daze him temporarily.
He knows better than to linger while downed and is already trying to roll himself over onto his knees before the fight gets called out of his favor.]