Alan approached her slowly, with measured steps as Sabrina silently waited for him to get close enough.
It was an odd sight, watching a brute of muscle casually approach a girl a head shorter than him, her fists in front of her like that of a boxer.
Alan also took the same stance as he got closer, but he didn't make the first move. Instead he prompted Sabrina to do so.
She did, doing a simple jab that Alan didn't even bother blocking. He didn't have to, it was aimed at his forearm anyways.
He sighed, and punched forward, gently. But it was still fast. He had kept speed but not strength in his punch.
Regardless, Sabrina flinched, and her guard automatically went to her face, blocking his gentle fist. However, she remained in that position for too long, allowing him to do another attack.
Alan sighed and put his left hand on the right side of her stomach, and said.
