Back to back hard punches sent mists of sweat flying from Omar’s head. He took a step back and shook off his daze. Now he felt rejuvenated and ready. It was as if those last few punches to his head had fixed him, like a couple of slaps to the back of an old television set would get rid of the static on its screen.
“Yeahhhhh, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Omar’s lips stretched across his face and curled at their ends, showcasing a smile.
At that moment, time seemed to slow down and everything turned black and gray. This left Donald in color and made him pronounced. Omar saw him in 3D, high definition quality. He could also hear his own heavily breathing and the sound of his heart beating. As of now, he could see Donald’s movements before he even made them. And right now, he was throwing
