07-26-2016, 08:12 PM
Which of the looming trees had been the attacker, Jensen couldn't tell. The world was spinning, and he kept squeezing his eyes closed every time he tested them enough to look. He'd never been hit before. Bad falls from the bike, but then he'd always worn a helmet. Hit in the skull by an errant basketball back in high school. But never a punch to the face.
Groaning, he tested the tender flesh, wincing once he found his face soft and immediately bloated. The brunt of it was absorbed by his cheek and not his nose, praise God. But it still hurt like the devil.
The bodies absorbed the attacker within moments. He was lost to anonymity, but thankfully, further violence did not erupt.
Jensen felt gentle hands urging him to his feet.
Groaning, he tested the tender flesh, wincing once he found his face soft and immediately bloated. The brunt of it was absorbed by his cheek and not his nose, praise God. But it still hurt like the devil.
The bodies absorbed the attacker within moments. He was lost to anonymity, but thankfully, further violence did not erupt.
Jensen felt gentle hands urging him to his feet.