He gasped, and breathed heavily afterwards, as if he had just come out from a vacuum with no air. He refused to speak. Xor grunted. "Well... I wouldn't try that again, Shinzui; I'm sure he'll be fine. Up." he commanded; and stretched his arm out, and grabbed something invisible; by thrusting it up, Fyroh jolted up onto his feet. Xor shook his hand slightly, and Fyroh copied, like a puppet on strings. Xor then released the midair object, and Fyroh regained control over his body; still short of breath, however.