The punch snapped Derek’s head violently backward.
Vi su nariz chasquear de lado debajo del impacto del cuero acolchado.
Un spray de sangre carmesí instantáneamente pintó en su mejilla.
Antes de que pudiera registrar la fuerte explosión de dolor, mi madre se movió de nuevo.
Ella agarró la parte posterior de su cuello con sus dos manos muy envueltas.
She locked him into a vicious, unbreakable tie plum clinch.
She yanked his head downward with tremendous, unyielding force.
Al mismo tiempo, condujo su rodilla derecha violentamente hacia arriba.
I gasped, thinking she was going to crush his face completely.
But she stopped the devastating strike exactly half an inch from his nose.
Derek se congeló completamente.
He was bent over awkwardly, held entirely hostage in her iron grip.
He was staring cross-eyed at the hard, sweat-stained leather of her knee guard.
It was hovering mere millimeters from his shattered, bleeding nose.
