powers through Sarge

I couldn’t see and could barely hear but I could feel and even with one arm Sarge was really putting me through it. I took a heavy fist to the temple and another to jaw, which wobbled me, and then a knee to the groin which folded me at the waist. He was right up next to me now which was right where I wanted him if only I wasn’t doubled over in gut-wrenching pain. Somehow I got both meat hooks into his armpits as he pounded on my face with his fist and I wrenched him away and reared back my head and pulled him in and slammed my forehead into his face once then again and again screaming and roaring and raging until he went limp.
-Sledge vs. The Labyrinth, pg. 214