Dmitri was suddenly in a large cloud of purple mist, and an elbow slammed into his face. It was definitely cracked, maybe not broken but cracked. Dmitri took a normsl breath and it felt strange, a kind of, sinister taste. He quickly rose from the ground and covered his nose and mouth with his left hand. He didnt have to hold his breath, as his hand would nullify the magic entering his mouth and nose. He then attempted to stomp on his foe, who was still semi- on the ground, and aimed for his head.