The Alpha’s Scorned
I raise my right hand in front of me, blocking him from coming any closer.
"Y-yes." I cough out.
If I weren't on my knees right now, feeling as if I was about to vomit my lunch, I would be impressed with him. He has really improved his right hook.
"I'll be ok," I say after I manage to allow a bit of air back into my lungs.
After a short while, I stand up, resting my hands on my knees, as I lean down towards the ground. Once I feel the air slowly begin to fill my lungs like normal, I stand up in a superman pose, attempting to walk off the unexpected blow.