417 Predicting the Future

Stumbling, Fournette ultimately failed to keep his balance and fell to the ground in a sorry state, every muscle in his body protesting as if he would fall apart in the next second, unable to even stand.

This time, Fournette didn't immediately rise but instead lay there gasping for air, gazing at the stars and the full moon overhead:

He wanted some peace.

Then.

A face appeared above Fournette, flashing a brilliant smile and extending a right hand, "Buddy, why are you lying down? Get up and keep going, keep going!"

That was a clear provocation. Fournette wanted to tear apart Houston's smiling face, but he was completely drained and couldn't even make a sound.

With a lazy roll, Fournette dodged Houston, scrambling to his feet using his hands and legs, just to see Houston clutching his helmet, wailing as if his soul had been wounded. This left Fournette feeling stifled:

Damn it, he was the one who was actually injured, okay?