Justin’s POV:
“Oh, come on wolf. You gotta do better than that.” Alyson jokes with a smile across her face.
“Like you have anything better than me.” I wink at her with my hands up. SWeat drips from my temple.
Her expression changes to be serious and she starts her attack. I watch as her left arm tenses and she takes a short jab before swinging hard with her right. I block the jab and duck underneath the punch, catching her ankle with my foot and pulling her to the ground.
“Oooo.” The crowd that is watching reacts to my move.
Alyson gets up on her elbows and grunts. “Lucky move.” She says. I laugh and offer my hand to help her up. She grabs it and I pull her to her feet.
“If you all saw, her left arm tensed up, indicating that she was going to use it in a short way while her right
