Brody felt like everything was going in slow motion. Nathan's foot made contact with his chin and he could feel his teeth clamp down on his lower lip. He slowly fell to his back and hit his head to the ground. The pain of his lip was enough to cancel the pain from his leg for about a second but after that he could feel it all. Then Nathan's foot slammed down on his chest knocking the wind from his lungs. He felt himself gasp for air but instead he got a breath of blood from his lip that was now gushing the crimson liquid. Looking up all he could see was Nathan...his confident look only made Brody angrier but he could do nothing about it so he just laid there as Nathan walked away. Part of him wanted to try to get up and continue but he was almost afraid of what would happen if he did. Once again he found himself in a weak position...he sat up and spat the salty blood from his mouth. It slowly streamed down the side of his mouth down to his sore chin and dripped onto his shirt.