Chris yelped, because what the hell! He was flying back and the guy hadn't even touched him. His back hit the ice and he groaned falling to his knees a moment.

"Okay what the hell was that?" Taking a moment to get his wits about him he got back to his feet, brushing the back of his hand across his lip. There wasn't blood at least, but he had felt something crack with the impact. Moving didn't hurt yet so he'd worry about injuries later. Eyes scouted for Lindsey to see where the other man was.