[There's a loud sound of pain and surprise from Guzma as he lands on his upper back, narrowly missing his weight landing on his neck, before the rest of him topples over to hit the forest floor hard. Fortunately gravity seemed to not only work to bring him back to the ground, laying helplessly splayed out, but it also helped keep his bile back.
He's a little dazed by the whole thing, the world is spinning, his head is throbbing, and that feeling of nausea is far from gone, even if he can't feel vomit in the back of his throat anymore.]
—Robbed?
[He finally says, his voice is a little raspy and quiet.]
Shit, I aint been robbed, I was sleepin'!
[He makes no effort to move from how he's laying. His back hurts...]
a jabbas!
He's a little dazed by the whole thing, the world is spinning, his head is throbbing, and that feeling of nausea is far from gone, even if he can't feel vomit in the back of his throat anymore.]
—Robbed?
[He finally says, his voice is a little raspy and quiet.]
Shit, I aint been robbed, I was sleepin'!
[He makes no effort to move from how he's laying. His back hurts...]