Bab 35: Chapter 35

Before I could even deal with what was transpiring, I was on the hard ground. Sharp pain shot up from my left bicep and elbow. I shut my eyes and my brain stopped processing by instinct while I was going down. Everything ensuing in a mere few seconds. All I recall is them trying to score, us defending, crowd, shouting, gasps and my fall. But that's not it. What baffled me was, I was positive I was falling face first earlier. My hands shot up by instinct and I believed I was going to break something, most probably my nose. Or sustain a hairline fracture in my arm, trying to protect my face.