On a 7-9, Karen's kick knocks you breathless

When Karen Yoshida notices you watching her bottomless martial arts workout, she screams, pivots and cocks a roundhouse kick at you. Between your embarrasment at being caught staring and your shock at being attacked, you engage neither your words nor your agility, and she unchambers the kick, catching you in the solar plexus and knocking you out through the bamboo curtain.

Your breath comes out in a whoosh. The curtain clatters. Your head hits the pool deck and stars fill your eyes. You lie there gasping, unable to breathe from her stunning kick. The house, sky, and trees above you seem to tilt in every direction.

She's bending over you. You feel dizzy, and the blood roars in your ears. Your vision gets blurry, and mostly what you see is a golden-pink oval framed in black. Vaguely you hear, "Oh my God, oh my God, are you okay? He's not breathing, what do I do? Do you need an ambulance?"

You reach a hand up and tug at her shoulder. You have no breath to tell her in words, but you move your mouth, trying to suggest artificial respiration.