Boom! He struck my fist with all the momentum of his attack. Again his head was jerked backwards. A trickle of blood came from his nose. A confused and, perhaps, somewhat fearful look crossed his face. He turned and walked away.
Boum! Ev a weskis ow dorn gans an momentom oll a’y omsettyans. Arta y benn o skwychys war-dhelergh. Deverans a woos a dheuth dhyworth y dron. Golok kemyskys ha, martesen, nebes ownek, a dreusas y fas. Ev a drelyas ha kerdhes dhe-ves.langbot langbot