*runs at full pelt expecting an impact; instead he just went straight through - those organs were not going to be forgotten in a hurry, despite his dire wishes. Already off balance from the lack of impact, and mentally shaken from the sight of the demonic organs, there was a poke from behind; he falls over again, but this time bounds back up immediately and redirects himself into a vertical* *poke.*
*His healing was a gift; he would not have been nearly so agile beforehand. Good competition was the least he could do in return for it*