(it's a close call unlike amos' body being thrown as though it were a featherweight toy into his direct path. the unexpected move forces him to reevaluate and draw his hands up instead of diving out of the way. not taking the hit would make him vulnerable without a human shield to take the brunt of all possible attacks. so, despite how much it hurts his forearms to throw his hands up to greet amos in the split second they're knocked to the floor together, this is preferable.

another spell is cast on amos by voryn. it doesn't stop his momentum, but it turns him into less of an immovable object to tackle. levitate will make him float for but a second in a last-ditch effort to stall him fractionally, then wear off the moment voryn's back hits the ground.)

Ugh!

(his lungs struggle with air and breathing is painful in the time it takes for him to come to his senses. he hasn't fought like this since he was back fighting the war for his lord, and the memory of being struck down makes him bare his teeth. grasping hands try to take fistfuls of amos' shirt to both check his status and to speak to him privately in the small window they have to recuperate.)

I hope that was sorcery and not your actual weight, (he says, in shockingly good spirits for having an anvil dropped on him.) We must split up. Go for the mirrors, human; you must destroy all that you can. Do you feel their pull?

(whether amos replies to him or not, a bitter laugh from his doppelganger inspires him to roll from his back to his knee over shards of jagged ice in a low crouch.

the imposter smiles as though welcoming them into his home, arms open to embrace them.) Do not settle this by stealth. Face me, enemies of the Sixth House, and restore your honour in proper combat!

(does he really sound like that? bro, yikes............)