Erandur felt the pressure once again, but before he had time to even process what was going on before he spear tackled. Yhe last time he remembered being hit this hard was when a mule kicked him in the spot. As his air escaped him, he felt a couple of his ribs crack, and something inside of him might have burst. Falling to the ground with a massive thud when brought to the ground by Higgs' mechanical abomination.
The Dohvakiin screamed out in pain as his own weapon was turned against him, every bone in his hands shattering hard. "FUCK!" The once tall standing warrior cried out in the extreme pain he was feeling. Once more, before he even had time to process, he felt his midsection taking additional 'mule kicks.' More ribs cracking, he could swear something else ruptured inside of him.
Again, he felt the pressure of Higgs leaving, feeling a slight be of relief. Part of him wanted the man gone, to be able to heal. Another wanted to see if Higgs could finally do what he had wanted for so long. Erandur steely blue eyes stared at Higgs as he gritted his teeth, waiting for his next move to happen.
Perhaps Higgs was right, Erandur should have learned a bit more about his enemy before challenging to a fight. Perhaps, he should have used a weapon that would have trapped his very soul. Hindsight is a bitch.