Corliss, not expecting an eight-foot-wide energy blast, doesn't have time to respond to Temrash. The wall of energy sends him toppling into the nearest couple of tables, and Mike hits his head on the edge of the seat of a wooden chair.
Still in complete surprise, Corliss finds himself in an unresponsive, unconscious body. The pain is dull and far away, but more concerning is the telltale swelling of a concussion that is already beginning to press in on Mike's cranial space.
<Mike,> Corliss whispers, knowing that the human cannot respond. He curses. <Those damned fools. How dare they harm you for something they have no right to be involved in?> Although he has no one to beg to, he does so anyway. <Please, don't let this be as bad as it feels...>