Using the momentum of the roll, I got back up to my feet and tried to get my breath back. It didn’t last long as a roar came from the big lug and he tackled me. The feeling of weightlessness returned as the tackled carried me. My sword left my hands and I vaguely heard the sound of it clanging on the ground. He kept rushing forward, going straight through the wall that was apparently wood. The tackle continued on until my back hit concrete, causing the air to leave my lungs again and a crack from my back. A groan escaped my lips, but there was barely any respite as he started punching my side. 