Aisha winced as she rolled away -the pain was not just in her breast, but deeper... a rib bruised or even cracked.<br/>For a moment, all she could do was lay there, holding her left breast and attempting to control her breathing. She had to get up. She had to rise. She had to strike at him before he regained his feet.<br/>This was not going so well as it had been. Her ribs twinged -they would slow her down; her reactions and attacks...