[Ven lands in a crouch, but heavily, and he's panting enough that it probably doesn't seem too strange that he doesn't stand up immediately. On the contrary, he falls onto his knees, leaning on his halberd for support.

He can't help laughing back after a moment, although it's sheepish.]

Sorry... might've overdone it. I've trained for a long time. Usually with people better than me. [One of whom is twice his weight, several heads taller, and three times as strong. Ven's used to acting fast and not pulling his punches as much as he could.

He falls back with a sigh to sit down properly.]

Don't push yourself, though. Wind or not, you're really good.