He can give up on whatever plans he had to get up quickly. Lyandra does an old school, but usually devastating tactic of leaping quickly over his prone form and sitting hard on his lower stomach. Even if he doesn't vomit from the pressure on his intestines, he'll be knocked clean out of air. She laughs at him from her new throne and shakes her head.

"You can't swing that fist worth any kind of damn. Did no one teach you defensive stances?"