Pucking Forbidden Claim
I barely register it before the hit lands.
His shoulder drives straight into the side of my head, the full force of his body slamming into me at top speed, and for a second, everything blanks out. There’s a sharp, sickening crack, my helmet whipping back, the impact rattling through my skull. My vision tilts, the ice blurring into a smear of white and red as my body lifts off my skates and crashes forward.