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

Then, he slammed his palm into James’ chest. James' body curved inward as he received the blow.

It was a blind move, desperate, but it worked: she yelped, more from surprise than pain, and backed off half a step. I shoved her, tried to roll out from under, but she anticipated, slamming her weight down again. This time it was a straight bite to the chest, right over the heart. The pressure was insane—like a car compacting my ribcage. I gasped, vision swimming, and the world narrowed to a single point of colorless light.

“Perfect," He moved first. His first strike wasn't some wild, angry slash; it was a cold, precise thrust aimed straight for my heart. I barely got my blade up in time to parry, the impact jolting down my arm like a lightning strike. He didn't pause to admire the block. He flowed right into a second strike, then a third, launching a relentless barrage of blows that drove me back step by step.

she yells as paddles are brought to his chest. When they touch his skin my back bows as I feel the shock. My heart beats erratically in my chest and I scream against the pain it causes. Unable to stay on my feet I fall onto Maximus' body as I fight for air. I'm sobbing against his chest as his heartbeat slows underneath my ear. I don't want to lose him.

He sent a powerful blow to my chest and then my head. I heard gasps throughout the stadium. My father had just performed a death maneuver on me. He managed to hit all three of my main weak spots. This combination was considered deadly, as it runs the risks of deflating your lungs, snapping your head backwards, and rupturing valuable intestines.

Something inside my chest snaps. The anger surges, and every part of my body goes hot. I lunge forward, pushing her off. This time, she’s the one on the floor. My hands fly to her throat, and she grabs my wrists as I squeeze, cutting off her air. “I’m not weak!” A growl rips from my lips. Khaisha’s face turns a deep red, splatters of saliva leaving her lips. “No shit!” she manages to choke out, then drives her knee up into my stomach.

I was beginning to loose air and had to hit his bare chest with my weak punches before he let me go harshly. I gasped and immediately sucked in lots of air while holding my chest to even my rapid breathing. He chuckled and held me strongly at the back of my neck again. My lips parted to let out a faint hiss feeling his large hands digging through my nape.

I moved fast as I went for her vital joints, decapitating her. She was on the ground. Just when I was about to hit her again, she sent her leg to my stomach. I groaned, stumbling back onto my feet. Fuck. This is going to hurt like hell. I could feel my ribs aching already. She rushed at me with her speed, which was cheating by the way. I pulled my strength into one hand and punched her hard in her chest. She stumbled back, trying to breathe. I attacked her throat, and then her stomach, charging at her knee to cripple her to the ground. I knew she was recovering quite quickly, so I kept hitting her hard until she raised her hand in surrender.

I didn’t even exert that much effort yet, and I was out of breath already, my chest tightening and making the act of breathing hurt more and more with every inhale and exhale. I dodged his fast attack to my chest and punched him in the side of his face, making him grunt in pain. I was pretty sure his left ear was ringing very loudly at the moment. Payback is a bitch. I just have to crack a few ribs and I’d say we will be pretty evenly matched then.

We're even making tentative plans to hit the lanes right after we deal with Christopher, after we finally put an end to this nightmare. It feels good to laugh, to joke, to pretend, even for a moment, that everything is going to be okay. But the illusion shatters in an instant. A searing pain explodes in my chest, a sharp, agonizing sensation that steals my breath and clouds my vision. I gasp, clutching at my chest, my fingers slick with blood. A sharp blade punctures my chest, and my mind is hazing. The world spins, the laughter fades, and the faces around me blur with confusion and alarm. I try to speak, to cry out, but no sound escapes my lips.