Meredith.
Jeffery moved first.
One second, he was standing there, and the next, his fist was cutting through the air toward my face.
I jerked back, just barely dodging it as the rush of air from his swing brushed my cheek. My stomach clenched. If that had landed, I would already be on the ground.
I countered Jeffery's first move with a quick jab to his side, but he blocked it with ease, like swatting away an insect.
His other hand came at me, aiming for my ribs. This time I ducked and rolled, the dirt rough under my palms.
"Good," Draven's voice carried from the side, calm and controlled. "Stay sharp, don't freeze."
Jeffery didn't give me a second to breathe. He spun the next moment and swept his leg toward mine. I jumped, but not high enough as the edge of his boot clipped my calf and sent me stumbling.
I gritted my teeth as I caught myself before falling.
