Ken walked up to the batters box, wielding his new bat. His nose was stuffed with wads of gauze, making it difficult to breathe, but at least blood wasn't pouring down anymore.
Thankfully his eyesight was fine, meaning he had no excuse not to smash this next pitch out of the park.
He stepped into the box and completed his pre-hit ritual, tapping home plate and the toes of his cleats. The feedback felt slightly different, lacking the bounce that came from a metal bat.
Ken got into his stance, standing square to the pitcher. After mentally ensuring that his stance was correct, he turned his head and stared down the guy on the mound.
He waited patiently, adjusting his grip on the bat.
A moment later, the pitcher entered his wind up and sent a ball to the inside with some speed. Ken's eyes widened and he was forced to lunge backwards, falling on his backside as he dodged the ball.