روايات وقصص ضمن Sharp Short Blows To The Surface Of The Chest

Surprise and shock marring his face. April flung the blanket from around her, she forced herself out of the car and shoved at Kyle. Then she was running, screaming, and shouting for help at the top of her lungs. Her head throbbed and she felt like collapsing but she couldn't give up. Hands suddenly came over her mouth muffling her screaming. She elbowed him in the rib and heard him gasp and mutter curse words but he didn't let go. He just shoved her forcefully, and she hit the floor hard, grazing her knees, and her Palms. Her elbows took most of the bruising because she used them to stop her fatal fall. He gave her a hard kick to the ribs and she felt something crack within her as she curled

Every movement was precise, brutal, and strangely beautiful. She had no idea who was winning, but Axl seemed to land more punches, the other guy’s head snapping to the side. During a break between rounds, they were both breathing hard, and she watched in rapt fascination as the man rubbed something over Axl’s eyebrows and cheeks. He nodded his head as the man spoke to him.

Using this distraction, Lacey hopped forwards, grunting from the strain it put on her now cramped leg, and connected with Rex’s chest with a full-force swing, Rex being distracted by the sound assault, did not see it coming and felt the brunt, being forced to take a few steps back from the contact. Once he recovered, Rex began to take deep breaths, trying to center himself, between the sound assault, and the force from Lacey’s last strike, he was feeling overwhelmed, the instant his lungs began to fill with air, he felt instant sharp chest pain, ‘I think she has broken a rib or something’ he thought, feeling agitated he allowed it to happen. Gritting his teeth, making sure to take short shal

"On a ship, they brawl. Don't be precious. Use elbow and pommel, knee, and rail." He showed me. Not gently. A correction at my elbow that made my shoulder behave. A shove at my hip to close the gap. Fingers on my wrist, precise, brief, tilting the blade so force would travel into bone and not into air. Each touch was clinical. My blood did not care.

The young lady is screaming on the floor level to his knees. "AHHH!" she continuously crying out loud, then Jostein makes her stand-up. Her breathing is gradually fast, like her racing heartbeat. Keesha punches his chest, but some shots of it become weaker and weaker. He looks at her face—the young lady's lips are turning pale, then her eyes are lifeless.

His fingers, rigid as steel, jabbed into the nerve cluster below Grigor's armpit. Grigor's entire right side went numb. His arm dropped uselessly. His eyes widened in shock and pain. He stumbled, and Jack flowed with him. A chop to the side of the knee buckled his leg. Another strike, a palm heel to the sternum, sent a concussive shockwave through Grigor's body, knocking the air from his lungs in a pained whoosh.

In this case, a sword. I swing it towards Valentine, "Are you crazy?" He shouts as he jumps back. I threw the sword at him and he yelped. I quickly turned around and ran, but that was short lived when I felt him grab my arm in a painful and bruising grip. He swings me around towards him. "Let me-" My sentence was cut short when I felt my mid drift jerk. I frown. A sharp pain radiates through my chest. I felt a warm trickling sensation in my chest. I thought I was in labor for a minute. But the pain I felt was too sharp and stinging. I look down and gasped. My legs instantly gave way and I fell. I hit the ground on my knees. I felt my whole body go into shock when I see the handle of the dagg

I become distracted that I fail to notice their leader behind me. Sudden pain takes over my chest as if a knife is stabbed deep into it. As if someone is clutching my beating heart. I cannot breathe. I struggle but the feeling of blood pouring out my chest makes me unable to do anything. I fall to my knees mouth wide open tears streaming down my face. The sickening pain overtaking my senses. Placing my palm over my chest I seek my blood.

Blake assented and walked over quickly to Shawn. "Sorry, man." He punched Shawn in the ribs. There was a cracking sound, and two of Shawn's ribs snapped. "How dare you hit me!" Shawn was finding it hard to endure the pain. He clutched his stomach and crouched down, but it wasn't over yet. Blake laughed coldly and pressed on Shawn's shoulder with one hand. He exerted force through his palm, and with another sharp snap, Shawn's shoulder blade broke as well.

I let go of all the air I was holding and allow water to suffocate my lungs. My lungs feel as if they are about to collapse as I feel them fill up with water. My body starts panicking and moving involuntarily as I fight the urge to take a breathe of air. I start hearing muffled noises as I see Dylan's blurred face appear. He quickly lifts me out of the water and lays me on the floor. I can hear and feel everything that he's doing I just couldn't respond. His lips connect with mine as he plugs my nose and pushes on my stomach. He blows air into my mouth as he continues to preform cpr.