Mayt suddenly found a man in front of him as he started to get up, and didn't have enough time to react before he felt himself flying backwards. He let out a soft groan as he landed, sliding across the ground. He looked at the man that had punched him, not recognizing him at all. He made a pained groan as he started to get to his feet, coughing up bits of blood. "Hell..." He managed to push himself to a standing position with use of a bookshelf. He looked over at his weapon on the ground, but decided it wasn't worth charging over to get it. He looked back at the man who had punched him. "W-well played... Whoever you are..." Mayt tenderly put the hand not holding him up on his stomach, panting lightly.