Edward held his breath and did his best to shield his face with one arm, while using the other hand to try and punch Jonathan, because he was clearly asking for it. He had to breathe eventually, however, ending up coughing and staggering back a few steps. His head was spinning and he looked around, tried to keep his eyes focused on Jonathan.

What had he expected, really? The worrying thing was that he wasn't even that surprised. Now, the effects? Those would have been impossible to ready himself for. He heard someone's breath hitch, than realised it was him. Great. Hyperventilating. Panic attack. Seemed about right. He tried to calm himself, the way he had done often before, calculating in his head to find a pattern for his mind to latch onto.