Sharp Short Blows To The Surface Of The Chest Mga Nobela at Kwento

It gives a deep pang in my head, somehow I was aware of every pounding of my veins before another harsh kick landed on her ribs. A sharp pain clawed on my heart, pushing my limit to stop functioning. As if the reflexes could help, my knee move closer to my chest, bearing the deep protrusion like a stabbing pain. That took my breath entirely. For a moment there, I can't even move, can't even draw a soft breath, as both throbbing in my head, the sharp protruding on below her chest.

For half a second, everything was fine. Then pain tore through my chest. It came out of nowhere. Sharp. Violent. Like someone had reached into my ribcage and wrapped their hand around my heart, squeezing without mercy. My breath left me in a harsh gasp as my knees buckled beneath me. I staggered back, my grip loosening. John didn’t hesitate. He took advantage of my stumble, landing one blow, then another. I barely felt the impact over the agony ripping through my chest. I fell hard to the ground, curling instinctively as the pain intensified.

The burly man frowned slightly but quickly launched a punch. Boom! Their fists collided in midair, and the resulting shockwave reverberated with a thunderous sound! Eldon seized the opportunity and struck the opponent's left rib with his palm. He then felt as if he had slapped a steel plate and the impact left his hand numb. The opponent sneered disdainfully and immediately launched a counterattack. Boom! A punch struck Eldon squarely in the chest, the force piercing through his back, leaving a circular tear in his outer garment.

His palm swung through the air and struck the side of my face. The slap was devastating. The sharp, explosive crack of his hand against my cheek echoed like a gunshot. The sheer physical force of the blow snapped my head to the side and lifted me completely off my feet. The world spun violently out of focus. I crashed down onto the hardwood floor, my hip and shoulder taking the brutal brunt of the impact.

His chest heaved as the anger rolled off him. I wipe the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand and look at him. “No… I won't hit you. You're my mate!” I saw something in him snap. It was like I threw gasoline on a fire. His hands curled into a fist, and he screamed as he kicked his foot out with everything he had. His foot landed square in my chest and sent me backwards, tipping the wheelchair back as I flew out of it. The blow knocked the air from my lungs. I wheezed as I held my chest, trying to fill it with desperately needed air. I coughed as I filled my lungs, and could sense him approaching.

The first strike came down hard across my chest. I felt it immediately, not just on the surface but deep under my skin, like the impact went straight into my bones. My body jerked forward against the chains I was bound with, and for a second my vision blurred, but I forced my eyes open again. I was not giving them the satisfaction of seeing me lose awareness. The second hit came lower, right across my ribs, and this time I heard something crack clearly. A sharp pain shot through my side, making it harder to breathe properly, but I adjusted fast, pulling in shorter breaths instead of deeper ones so I wouldn’t choke on the pain.

My breath comes faster, chest fig‌hting for space. Come on. Move. I pres‌s a⁠gain, usin‌g my shoul‌der, my knee, anything. The sl‍ab shifts a few centimeters, en‌ough f‌or a breath of cooler air to snake throu⁠gh. I suc⁠k it in greedily, choking halfway.‍ My head spi‍ns, stars‍ b‌u⁠rsting behind my⁠ eyelid‌s.

The shockwave flattens the grass around us. He moves fast. Faster than I remember. ‘I see, we’ve both been hiding our strengths.’ His strikes rain down in precise, brutal arcs, aimed for arteries, joints, vital points. He’s trying to kill me quickly. Efficiently. Like Darien. The thought burns through my chest. I counter with a punch to his ribs. CRACK. As much as I want to end him this instant, I would love nothing more than to see him suffer. His body folds slightly as the impact launches him sideways again.

She whiffed her punch, and I lost my balance and fell on my back. I jumped up in a flash when I noticed Karra's silhouette approaching. Just as I stood tall, she swiftly landed a punch right in my chest. I let out a gasp. Just for a moment, there's this feeling of being really tense. I felt an intense pain shoot through my chest, causing me to clutch it tightly and drop to my knees a minute later. I felt tears welling up in my eyes from the pain. Karra just stood there, waiting for me to get back on my feet.

Pain explodes behind my eyes. My lips sting, my jaw feels loose. The familiar metallic taste of blood coats my tongue, and I wince. The crowd goes wild, their cheers growing louder. I’m about to spit when a blow lands on my ribs. I swing back. Another lands right on my left shoulder, and I swing again—a desperate effort to get even—but it’s a lazy shot. Still, I try. I throw a punch — right hook — aimed straight at her jaw. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t even blink. My knuckles collide with her skin and it’s like hitting concrete.