*thud*
Brandon rolled down on the floor with his back but he quickly pivoted and got back up.
He glanced at Yverine, who was standing against him wearing a sports bra and tight shorts as her abs flexed with each breath.
She lightly jumped on her feet and muttered "That's it? Thats all the great Herald's got?"
Brandon wiped a smear of sweat off his brow and let out a slow exhale "Just warming up."
"Oh? You were already warm when I kicked you five minutes ago."
Brandon closed the gap with a forward rush and launched a swift right jab aimed at her shoulder to distract, followed by a snapping left hook.
Yverine parried the jab, ducked under the hook, and immediately spun low to sweep his legs.
He jumped, barely clearing the sweep, and twisted midair to bring his heel down for an axe kick.
She sidestepped and her eyes narrowed.
The mat boomed with the impact of his foot as she evaded, and Brandon pivoted, throwing a quick pair of jabs toward her chest.
