The hunter did not fall, but he nearly did. He dropped his spear and it cracked against the stone floor. He continued to scramble, but now that he had his hands he could push off the ground. He tried to maneuver himself away from the Warden, but he was too slow in all of his scrambling. Her hammer moved and he felt it collide with his ribcage as he stood up. He pulled back and hissed some, almost instinctually, and covered the spot. Surely, with skin so close to bone, it would bruise.
He backed away some, lifting a hand gently towards the Warden. "Good match?" He questioned, and eyebrow lifting.