He's still stumbling, so a fair few of them hit, making his face swing from side to side as he takes several steps back, before ducking and throwing several punches at his stomach.

"What, y'can't even talk now?" The name he calls Will a moment later can't really be written down. It's probably many centuries after Will's time, but the basic, very insulting principle remains pretty much the same. "Y'can't talk and you can barely fight. What the kriff did your friends in the forest keep you around for?"

Will, Garo is finding, is difficult to goad. Not that he's not trying his best.