With a loud wheeze as the air escaped him, Remy stumbled backwards. In addition to the disorientation from the pistol whipping, he was slower than he was accustomed to being, both of which contributed to his lack evasive maneuvering. And his chest burned, the fractured ribs shifting with the blow. Bone ground against bone in that moment and the explosion of pain was immediate and intense, leaving him gasping.
He went back to his knees, gathering himself up for her next little assault. "That. . . just was. . . mean."