Nottingham was like a fucking fish in a bowl, round and round and round like that. Will grunted in pain, trying to roll with the punch but there was only so far he could go. He tested his teeth with his tongue as he tried to recover himself, his head ringing from the impact. He couldn't snap back at the Sheriff's words right away. Being witty required a brain that wasn't bounced against his skull. "Get fucked," he mumbled, flexing his jaw and testing where hurt the worst.