Lifting my other arm, I landed a fist directly on the unguarded solar plexus.

“Kuhg!”

I could feel her breastbone deform and break in two, before she was sent flying towards the end of the corridor.

(...)

The Docent stood up in the forking passage of the corridor.

It was clear from the get-go that breaking a bone or two wouldn’t incapacitate them. There was just one thing.

(...)

My arm extends and once again finds its fist in the center of her chest. The macabre sensation of broken bones being further buried into the body can be felt, and the feeling of the organs and muscles around them being torn apart is delivered through the skin.

But it doesn’t quite lead to the feeling of a life being snuffed out; she had already detached from the fist, tumbling through a door at the end of the corridor.

I continued the sentence that had gone wayward for a second.

Levithan Book 12 - The Corridor / Shin (心) / Mang (望)