The moment he fell, he was on Assumption's level. The enraged Pokemon lunged at Henry's face, drawing back the club for another strike, this one directly aimed across his face. If Henry had time to look he would notice that, along with a look of pure, anger-fueled hate, there was something wrong - Assumption's eyes were pure silver. But he probably didn't as the bone cracked over his cheek.

Walter righted himself - or tried to, still a little dazed by the blow. He'd been expecting another punch so for it to not come was giving him time to try and focus again. He registered that Henry was on the floor and there was still a lot of screaming.
"Assumption..." He murmured. Where was his Pokemon? Wasn't he by his feet?