[His head is spinning. Things are moving too fast, out of control, and even if he had the mindset to run or fight or anything he's not given enough respite to do anything.
The knee has him folding over, stumbling back with a wheezed yelp and those wrists are caught all too easily. He grits his teeth, bites back a short cry that's cut even shorter when his forehead collides with Haine's, forcing his head to crack back against the brickwork. Bright spots cover his field of vision and he's struggling just to stay upright, even more so after that backhand unleashes a shower of sparks through his skull.
Head hanging limp Aidan tries to breathe, air resembling iron in his lungs. The words have not gone by unnoticed - in fact, they may be doing more damage than the blows - but he's too dazed to keep his balance steady, let alone fight back. He does reach up to grab Haine by the wrists, holding on as tight as he can. There's fight in there. He wants to fight, if only so he can get the hell out.]