He ought to have been grateful it wasn't his groin. But as he rolled back holding his gut, he had to take a few moments to catch his breath. He'd do it faster than most, but it left him vulnerable until he did. In the meantime, some of the other men were starting to pull themselves back up. They were injured and hurting, but proud enough to draw their swords again. None of them would be pleased to listen to Jack-Be-Lucky brag yet again about he had done all the hard work.