Poor guy
"Ack!" he yelped, his head tilted backward, his body already falling off balance. There was nothing but a sharp cutting pain. Before he could even fall to the ground, he was struck with a flurry of punches. His body juttered with each strike, a thump accompanying each blow. With every single strike, the thump became louder. At the end of the hailstorm of punches, the body was flung into the wall.
Duke Taro's head briefly turned just enough that Forest could see the side of his mouth. "Ah never mind," he said. "We will need a second, but cancel my next appointment. Your next!"
Meanwhile, the man pushed down on the wall behind him, forcing himself up. He had a broken ribcage, a cut-up back and a sprained leg. However, within the time it took for him to push himself up, they had been reduced to minor bruises. "Alright cheap shot," he groaned, wiping the blood streaming down his lips.