With a sound considerably meatier than Sans's own impact, Lambert smashes against the Prince's expensive-looking floor as the weight of the spell slams down on him.

Stupid, careless -- he didn't know the Warden could do something like that, and the impact has him reeling, stars bursting across his vision. It's only decades of practice that keep him from dropping his sword on reflex, even if he's in no position to bring it up to block the monster's swing now.

He's so close. If he can just buy enough time to get up again--

Lambert's fingers twist against the ground, shaping the compulsion spell as he screams the command with all the force of will he can put behind it.

"Drop the sword!"