Sharp Short Blows To The Surface Of The Chest Novels & Stories

I did not even have to move much. I grab the first male that was closest to me and stroke his head. The shiny thing that he had on his head became crushed and fell off of his head. So…..it was not even as strong as I had previously feared. This would be very very fast.. I then clench my fist and give him a punch on his chest area. The shiny material that he had on broke away around his chest and made more than enough room for me to be able to run my fist into him and pull out his heart.

Quick as a flash, she then threw an elbow at the leaning man's sternum with as much force as she could. Since he was already backed-up against the wall, there was nothing he could do but take the hit full-on. His sternum made a heavy cracking sound as her strike reduced it to bony splinters. Pain immediately spread outwards from his chest, which he clutched as he fell to his knees. Soon it became too much for him to bear; it was as though knives stabbed into him with every movement he made. He wanted to scream, but couldn't. He didn't even want to breathe.

His scream lasts exactly one second. Then he collapses as a pile of smoking dust. The third and fourth rush together. I raise my hand. The air compresses violently. Their bodies crumple like paper. Bones shatter. Blood sprays across the grass. They fall without another sound. Two left. One hesitates. Smart. The other charges blindly. I step forward. Punch. My fist goes straight through his chest. His heart stops instantly. The final man tries to run. Coward. I lift my hand again.

I close my eyes, waiting for the inevitable hit but the second I do, I feel arms wrap around my body, my hand moving and hitting something. It’s the squelching sound I hear next that has me opening my eyes. Shock flashes through my body as I realize he’s now standing frozen, his body slanting closer to my body like he’s leaning towards me, his eyes wide in pain— and now, there’s a hand wrapped around mine, shoving my knife into his chest. I don’t move, I’m not even sure I can until I hear him whisper softly behind me, “Just between the 4th and 5th rib on the left side. Do you feel that? The way the knife slides in clean? That’s the lung,”

Enraged by the near-misses, Ash growls beneath his breath before spinning around in a blur of motion to face me again, lunging forward in his next attack with outstretched arms. Not expecting the suddenness of his following move, Ash’s aimed shoulder barges into me with no held restraint—throwing his entire weight into the surprising lunge and effortlessly knocking the air out from within my lungs as the force hits me square on the chest. I feel my feet lift away from the ground beneath me, suspended in the air like a rag doll with no structure as I’m thrown back into the rotting cabinet left to decay beside me. My vision sways as I crash down upon the broken heap of shattered wood while the

My head snaps to the side and hits the metal shelf so hard it causes my ears to ring and my vision to blur. Wetness trickles down my cheek where his fist impacted, and I reach up with a trembling hand to wipe away a thin line of blood. A black boot connects solidly with my ribcage, and I gasp in pain. There isn't much I can do to escape his attack except protect myself from the worst of his blows, so I curl up into a ball, trying to protect my head and my neck as best as I can. The blows continue, and Wilkinson shows no signs of stopping.

My breathing comes out harsh, the quick breaths fanning strands of my hair from my face. Can things get any worse? I bring my knees to my stomach, the pain shooting in my side so unbearable.

I was elated when I caught him hard in the stomach and I watched as he tensed his jaw from the pain. We were both sweating from the activity, not to mention the pain. I could see droplets of it running down the middle of his chest. It was enough to distract me long enough for one of his blows to connect with my face. I could taste the blood on my bottom lip. I felt the familiar surge of heat through my veins and lashed out without thinking. The blow sent him air-bound. I watched on in horror as he careered towards the wall. The sound of him connecting with it was deafening, and I was sure it must have been heard outside. Although, no doubt, they would have assumed it was me getting hurt and

With a swift and brutal motion, Delvin punches me in the face, my head snaps back from the force of the blow. The sound of the punch echoed through the air, a sickening crack reverberated through every cell in my body. My head is spinning and my vision goes blurry as I crash to the ground. The world around me feels hazy as I struggle to catch in a breath, my throat aching from the grip.

He was too slow. My blade was a whisper of steel that bit deep into his throat, cutting off his shout before it could fully form. I didn't stop there. I twisted, driving my shoulder into his chest, a brutal, bone-jarring impact that sent him staggering back toward the edge of the cliff. He flailed, his hands clawing at the air, a gurgling, choking sound escaping his lips.