Howard doesn't even see the rock coming and doesn't have time to react. One moment he's moving forward, then he's moving to the side, mouth going from tense and open to floppy and gaping with a dislocated jaw. He can't figure out where Wyatt went, and it takes a moment for him to realize it's because he can't see Wyatt when he's facing the wrong direction and sprawled on the ground, when Wyatt's smell is filling the whole tunnel.

He makes a groaning sound and pushes himself up onto his elbows. It's laborious. What did this guy hit him with? Howard feels something bulge and roll behind his eyepatch, and it takes a second for him to realize that Wyatt's bashed that whole side of his head in, that the little tether of the eyepatch is holding back an eyeball from falling from its socket. He can't hear from that side, either, although he barely gets a moment to contemplate not having senses on half his body before Wyatt makes his next move.