Syrlya catches Lambert easily enough, the water's buoyancy making it slightly less like having to maneuver a brick shithouse. Luckily, the blackout is temporary -- after a few seconds of holding him, Lambert shudders back to consciousness and takes a deep, ragged gasp of air.

Water. Water that is air right now. Whatever. He's not sure exactly who's holding him, but considering his last memory was of Strange still trying to choke him out, what he says first should be obvious.

"Get Strange." He brushes Syrlya's hands off him, coughing, to sink down back to the Coliseum floor.