He clobbers me from behind with something much harder than a fist. It feels like a plank of wood or the hilt of a sword. Stars burst in my visual field, fragmenting the world around me into a kaleidoscope of colors. I go down in a heap of limbs, landing face down in a puddle. I feel the dirty water seep through the fabric of my dress, into my skin. Then I feel nothing at all.
Oh shit
