The blow was strong enough to send Higgs reeling, cracking a sizeable portion of the gold skull away. Under the mask, Higgs wore a black balaclava.
As he recoiled from the blow, his upper torso ducking down, his back leg hooked up and round in a lashing spinning kick. The movement was all connected, the same breath as the reaction to the blow. Erandur would feel how his own power was redirected at him.
Higgs used the time the kick bought him to draw a knife and spit some blood.