If you've ever been punched before, you know they hurt. That unsubtle knocking of knuckles on your skull or jawline can cause all sorts of problems. Subtle taste of blood and iron that taints the saliva you swallow for the next few hours. That ache and dull echoing of a sore spot as your head pounds every time your pulse rings. It only further intensified just how uncomfortable swelling, fingers gingerly pressed to that spot as you try and massage away that forced tenderness. But you cope. Shaking of a jab or hook to the jaw. It's nothing. Dare so you’re used to it.

But some punches are different. Some of them you can't just shake off. Some of them reach to take advantage of that momentary lapse in a fighter's attention. Caught off guard. Eyelids wide open. Breath ripped away. Stomach slowly curling. Not touched, but your back can't help but bend forward as your spine outright begs it not to. Heated blood rushing in a panic through your veins as that lower jaw starts to drop itself just enough for you to ooze out that groan of agony from between now breathless lips. Legs buckle when they realize it's all connected. The left one steps fine, but the right can't even left itself off the floor. Balance lost and unable to be reclaimed as a gut-wrenching glove finally withdraws from your center. That's when you comprehend the truth; it was the only limb holding you up. Torn away, those arms to busy covering that shamelessly deep crater center of your insides to keep your face from thudding to the ground. Cringe-worthy, so you do with this new crippling lesson lay stamped to your core as any air you try suck down gets caught in your throat. Reminded in an instant.

Gotta protect The Soft Spot.

The Punched  seonbarzard

The Puncher  flytermo2

The Creator  koreanhusky