Just Get Back Up When It Knocks You Down Novels & Stories

My fists landed where they could… jaw, shoulder, throat. Not clean. Not pretty. But effective. Rovan snarled and shoved me hard. I hit the ground on my back, the impact knocking the air out of me completely this time. For a heartbeat, the sky spun above me. Get up. I rolled just as his foot came down where my head had been. I scrambled to my knees, chest burning, sweat slicking my skin. Don’t stay down, Kaelen said inside my mind, his tone flat, almost irritated. Stand.

Once again being stabbed all over my lower body by the crap and broken shit all over this dirty floor. I can take a punch or two, I know that much, and I try to shake it off as I scramble to get to my knees once more. Hand sliding over my leg, then ankle and grabbing my shoe as I do so. My wits about me, even if they are a little detached with the force of that knock.

Ronan catches himself with his hands and springs around to face me yet again. I wait until he is within arms reach and catch his wrist as he goes to swing on me. I yank his arm across my chest as I pivot and send him flying over my shoulder and straight to his back on the ground. He sweeps his legs out and knocks me off my feet. I feel all the air leave my lungs as I land on my back. It always hurts to have the wind knocked out of you.

Look at everything you did, and how you did it, even before one became official? - If it were true, I wouldn't be kneeling in front of you with you alive - I whisper with my head down. - Even distressed, on her knees and with her head down, she still demonstrates her integrity to her definition. The body fell, the soul did not. Just need the mind to recover to rise again. I always bet on you. - Had fun lifting my chin - Learning, Seventh: something difficult to knock down, it always has to be down to facilitate locomotion. I know it hurts the methods, but one day it will all stop. - A loud bang sounds from one side of the gym - You won't feel anything else. Our mind always leaves a vacant sp

That’d be the end of me. He threw a punch towards me, but I dodged again, this time using my petite body to my advantage like I had been trained. I slide down, connecting my legs with his knees. He bent over, hitting his knees hard on the ground. Then, I spun and kicked him right in his neck. That was enough to knock him down. But he wasn’t knocked down. He recovered within a minute. Shit! I totally forgot about their healing ability.

I dodge, parry, absorb the hits. Until his breathing quickens and that cocky smile falters. Then, I strike. A clean sweep to the knees. He drops. I follow through with a jab to the ribs and an upward kick that knocks him flat on his back. The air leaves his lungs in one ugly sound. His fall doesn't last. Before I can blink, he gets back up. Exactly like I'd expected. “Lucky strik—” “Stay down.” I swing. Hard. Fast. Final.

"Ben? What is that sound?" Kathilyn asked Benjamin and rose from her seat. "You stay here, I'll check it out." Benjamin said and walked towards the back door that led to the alley. "I told you to not mess with me! Hurry up and pay up your debt, you cunt!" A man yelled at another man while beating him up on his face. Benjamin quickly intervened by walking towards the two men, grabbing the vicious man by the collar. He then punched him on the cheek, causing the man to stumble backwards.

My body is big, but I'm quick as the first guy rushes me. My feet are planted solidly on the ground, so when he connects, I grab him by the back of the neck and lift him off the ground. Without hesitating, I slam him back on the concrete and use my boot to crack his jaw. The sound echoes in the space, and I hold my fist up, ready for the next one.

Tom said suddenly. "What do you mean?" Brenda asked. Those targets? What's special about them? I helped Tom in wiping the blood scattered all over his body. While Brenda is waiting for Tom's explanations. "I realized something while fighting there..." "What is it?" Brenda hissed. "The harder you hit them the tougher they can get. That's why you have to knock them out with just one crash." I was immediately nervous, what should I do? I am not good at using arrows and bows, and my kick isn't that strong to knock the 30 of them.

London barked, looming over me. I rolled onto my side, coughing, my tailbone throbbing with a sharp, white-hot pain. I scrambled to my feet, my legs feeling like jelly. "That was pathetic," London scoffed. "You hit the mat like a bag of wet sand. If that had been concrete, your skull would be cracked. bend your knees. Tuck your chin. Slap the mat with your palms to spread the force. Again." He didn't wait for a verbal response. He stepped in, tripped my lead leg, and sent me spiraling back down.