Post by John A. Downing on Jun 26, 2018 12:43:43 GMT -8
Like a damn ghost the man was gone, John's Qi blade reforming in his hand as he turned toward the direction Mathew jerked away in. He was barely able to turn, however, before the mans sword would smash into his exposed rib-cage rather than his back, John's turn working against him to break three ribs and lift him up off the ground, body flip-flopping backward to smash into the corner of a wall and take it with him, crashing into the courtyard area just beyond it.
His face was full of lacerations and blood leaked from his mouth. His vision was blurring, and dimming, as he put his hand down on the ground with a groan. Trying to push himself to his feet. The stabbing, insane agony that rocked his body from the movement shut the door hard, his lights going out as he face planted.
That was a royal beat down.
But at least he wasn't disappointed, and this road being easy would have definitely caused that.
His face was full of lacerations and blood leaked from his mouth. His vision was blurring, and dimming, as he put his hand down on the ground with a groan. Trying to push himself to his feet. The stabbing, insane agony that rocked his body from the movement shut the door hard, his lights going out as he face planted.
That was a royal beat down.
But at least he wasn't disappointed, and this road being easy would have definitely caused that.
