The enemy, as apparent in Hardy’s eyes, got dispatched rearward, and four blood-bathed teeth flew up into the air. Everything went dark for a moment as a stinging pain tortured Lirzod’s head, and he crashed into the wall and later landed on all fours. Blood flooded his mouth so much that none of his teeth were visible, and his entire mouth looked cherry-red as if his tongue had been cut. The sharp, cutting pain in the flesh of the upper jaw, especially around the missing teeth, worsened his every other sense. With a blurry vision, he looked around to defend himself while swallowing all the blood down the throat, and as he stood straight, his chest rose with an abrupt intake of breath.