contragolpe cowl

The blow connected, right on what felt like the tip of his upturned jaw, snapping his mouth shut and knocking him to the ground. The vortex abruptly screamed and filled with a furious red light. I choked out a cry and fell down on my right side to the ground, bringing up my shield bracelet and holding it over me in an effort to protect myself from the vast forces now flying free from the botched spell.
El bastón le atizó en la mandíbula inferior, que la tenía salida, y le cerró la boca de un golpe, derribándolo. El tornado emitió bruscamente un chillido y se llenó de una furiosa luz roja. Ahogué un grito y me caí sobre el costado derecho, desplegando mi brazalete escudo sobre mí para protegerme de las poderosísimas fuerzas que ahora sobrevolaban libres tras la chapuza del hechizo.
I looked around blearily. Every tree in the area was gone, torn off about a
foot from the earth. The picnic tables had been torn to splinters. The buildings of the college, especially the museum, looked as if they had been ravaged by a tornado that had torn out great chunks and sections of them.

I grunted. "Yeah. What happened?"
"The spell backlashed when you slugged Cowl," Bob said. "Did just a bit of property damage."
I coughed out a little laugh, looking around me. "Yeah. Cowl?"
"Most likely there are little pieces of him still filtering down," Bob said brightly. "And his little dog, too."

When I came to my senses there was darkness and steady, cold rain, and I had sunk up to my neck in a deep well of aching pain. Neither lightning nor thunder played through the skies. I lay there for a moment, gathering my wits, and as I did the lights of the city began to come on, bit by bit, as the power grids went back online.

"The spell backlashed when you slugged Cowl," Bob said. "Did just a bit of property damage."