And it becomes like a choreographed dance. This knocks the air out of him, he staggers backwards holding his mid section and struggling to breathe. Xxnx “you’re lucky I’m taking it easy on you. A small part of my mind is still trying to understand what just happened. I see His massive fist Hurtling towards me, but not with the normal regular speed I expected. Crap crap crap!!! He reaches me and pats me on the back. He and I are both stare at my hand holding his fist in place. Like. . …like I photocopied it. I was never a fighter, or the fighting type. We shall see! I’m about to start panicking, when I realize with a shock that something doesn’t seem right..
