Denzel could only look at the ball drive to his face. He couldn't stop it or retaliate, he had no idea of what he could have done.
It was when the ball was about to drive into his face he managed to tug himself down, dodging the ball that came just towards him.
Denzel grunted the moment he found himself dropping to the ground. He felt pain, but it was obviously going to better than the ball breaking his nose.
"Hey!!" The hockey stick guy yelled, dropping his stick, and then walking towards Denzel. "You dare dodge that?"
When he got to Denzel, he held Denzel's chin up, looking at him in his eyes, taking one of his legs and placing it on Denzel's leg.