Cleo fired a jab, then a knee. Ethan blocked the fist, but the knee buried itself in his side, stealing his breath.
Ethan's lips peeled back in something between a grin and a snarl.
'I can't keep up with her, shit!'
Ethan thought to himself with a grim expression.
There was not a single moment when punches weren't flying. Cleo kept driving Ethan back, relentless and unyielding.
It took all of Ethan's skill to even stay on his feet, and then, he saw his partner in the tag-team competition, Kitty, shouting at him to change.
While he hated to run away from a fight, Ethan still remembered that this was a team competition.
As Cleo's punch came in, Ethan slipped under her arm and leaped out of the ring. Kitty jumped in his place.
Kitty took her stance. The two girls circled each other. The air felt sharp, as if the two of them were holding swords, waiting for a moment to cut each other's throats.
