A Stabbing Precedes the Gunfire
It really does
hurt to get stabbed.
I had just landed a punch to the side of a rival’s head. As he yelped in pain and fell out of the way, I felt a hand grab me by the right shoulder and spin me completely around. A millisecond after completing the turn, I saw a knife blade arching up toward my midsection. I instinctively turned sideways to shield my stomach and chest. While successfully protecting those vital areas, I was not able to avoid the force of the blade.
The tip of the switchblade, which entered the minuscule muscle of my skinny...