SAROYA
“Show me what you got.” He says, beckoning me forward with his hand.
Without warning, I punch out a fist and he leans away from my strike. I rock into the balls of my feet, loosening up my hands, keeping them at the ready. We circle each other, and I take his measure. He is strong, I have seen him in action, and quite fast despite his size. He does not give away his next moves either.
I punch out again with my right fist and he leans away from it and then I punch out with the left and he leans to the other side. I punch out repeatedly, again and again, testing out his reflexes and he evades every strike. I kick out at him with a roundhouse kick suddenly, and the hit glances off his jaw.
He cracks his neck and smiles and I have a feeling he is going very easy on me.
“Is that
