"First blood to you," I acknowledged, a new respect in my voice. "But don't get cocky."
Her only response was a slight smile as she resumed her fighting stance.
I attacked again, this time with combinations I'd developed for taking down opponents my own size. She blocked, countered, moved with a grace that spoke of years of training.
The fight intensified, the tempo increasing as we tested each other's limits. She was good—better than good. Her technique was flawless, her timing impeccable. What she lacked in raw strength, she made up for in precision and speed.
Ten minutes in, sweat beaded on my brow. I'd underestimated her stamina as well. She showed no signs of tiring, while I found myself breathing heavier than I would have liked.
Then she caught me with a spinning kick I never sa
