Stepping into the ring, the sound of the crowd dimmed into a tense, breathless hush. Everyone leaned forward, eyes flicking between the four figures now inside the pit. The air practically vibrated with anticipation.
The moment the host lowered his arm, The fight began. El and Gyro moved first.
Despite their mismatched body types, one tall with blade-like elbows, the other short and stocky, they shot forward in perfect unison, both heading straight toward their chosen targets.
Wolf didn't hesitate.
He stepped forward alone, leaving Joe behind.
He didn't tell Joe to stay put, didn't shout a warning, he simply moved, trusting Joe to follow the whispered plan from earlier.
He dashed across the arena floor, and when he got close, he saw El's first attack: an attempt at a grab or a hook, maybe both.
Wolf ducked under the strike, the wind brushing over the top of his hair as El's arm cut through empty air.
Another elbow swung toward him immediately after.
