His head was starting to swim, and he sneered. Whatever this man was, he was no mere mage. He was dangerous, as well.

He closed his eyes for a moment, his lungs burning, and his head started to swim. Spots danced in his sight, and the room almost started to move around him. His hand with the spellblade dropped, the dagger clattering to the floor, and Kirian nearly followed, trying to reach out to catch himself on something- even Artemis- as he fell.