Harold saw the fist aimed at his stomach, and barely had time to tighten his stomach muscles before he felt the punch connect.  Even with his stomach tightened, it still felt like a bat connected with his cut, forcing the air from his lungs.  Coughing and gasping for air, he was determined not to let this fight be one-sided.  Grabbing at other guy's wrist, he attempted to lift up and pull him forward, his other fist thrown in a hook, aimed for his ribs.