The kick sends him crashing through the wall to another room. Seems to be a bedroom upon a quick glance.

His body making contact with a heavy chest of drawers, rattling him a good bit. He sits prone a moment...

"Hah. Yes..yessss!" Blood, although unseen thanks to his helmet, trickling down from his lips to his chin. Fairly sure there's a busted rib or two.

𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙑𝙚𝙣𝙩

Metalgelas' head and horn making a makeshift gauntlet on his head as he got to his feet and came rushing in with his heavily armored fist!