His rival swung him off balance, shoving a heavy punch into Ki’an’s gut once again before he let go of his ankle. The force of the swing with the blow to his stomach, sent the young half-blood crashing into the practice mat and tumbling in an uncontrolled roll.
The force of impact disorientated the young Ki’an, his mind a whirl as he tumbled. For a Bit he couldn’t tell which way was up, until he finally came to a stop. His arms clenched around his agonising middle, his knees coming up defensively, Ki’an rolled onto his side in the foetal position, moaning softly. His body was beaten, his muscles burned, ached. He found himself gagging on nothing, struggling to inhale, his diaphragm bruised.
A shadow suddenly clouded his view. Blinking through the sweat dripping into his eyes, Ki’an saw the outline of his mentor, a disapproving scowl upon his features as he roared, “Get up!”
Ki’an swallowed down the nausea rippling through his body and mentally shook his head to focus. He screamed at his body to move, to obey his teacher, yet his muscles exploded in a fiery storm of pain in protest.
With a curled snarl, his mentor folded his arms across his burly chest, “You’re a disgrace to the Aukari blood flowing through your veins, boy.”
Turning to Ki’an’s foe, the teacher gave one firm nod before stepping out of the way. As Ki’an’s hazel gaze woefully tracked his opponent stalking towards him, he knew he had to do something to prove he wasn’t the disgrace the people of Sirothelle thought he was. He had to get up, he just had to.
Through gritted teeth the young half-blood groaned as he rolled onto his hands and knees, pushing his body to obey, fighting away the aching pains of his muscles. With one arm still wrapped protectively around his middle, Ki’an slumped one foot forward. As he made to push himself to his feet, Ki’an looked up, just in time to see the rounded kneecap of his opponent launch towards him.
In a blinding flash of pain, everything suddenly went dark.