Large blows had been delivered from both sides , Wolf against El, and Joe against Gyro. The pit echoed with the sound of fists colliding and bodies slamming into the ground. Dust kicked up beneath their feet as each fighter pushed themselves harder than before.
For a moment, both El and Gyro looked like they might actually collapse. Their knees shook, shoulders dipped, and their balance swayed dangerously. The crowd leaned forward, convinced the match was about to end.
But both men steadied themselves.
Their feet dug into the ground. Their breathing steadied. Their eyes narrowed again, full of focus and stubborn determination.
This was the final event of the night , and neither of them was going down without forcing Wolf and Joe to bleed for it.
Wolf cracked his neck to the side, flexing his fingers lightly.
