Jumping into the rough side tracks of the road, both Amy and Lisa grunted.
Their skin abrased and scraped by falling onto the rocky patches.
Amy’s shirt torn up from one sleeve and her face bruised with scratches on the cheeks and her skin underneath that torn sleeve bleeding from the abrasions and scarping she suffered as a result of the friction against the rough surface she fell onto but she still got up and sat over her back, that also began throbbing with emasculating pain.
Lisa on the other hand, had her hand over the right temple, grabbing it and getting over on her knees, right next to Amy, facing her. She removed her hand and her it, in front of her eyes to see blood smeared all over her fingers.
She once again touched her temple and hissed in pain, feeling her skin lacerated
