~ A M E L I A ~
Within those first few seconds, I knew that his fighting tactics differed from Everett’s—where he would wait for his opponent to come for him to then take them down, Draven was a head-on type of fighter. That only made him more unpredictable for me and lowered any advantage I could have even more.
Focus. My mind hissed.
Locking in on the situation before me, I stood still and waited for the right moment.
Draven clenched his hands into fists. Watching closely, I spotted his right hand draw back ever so slightly.
That was my mark. I waited for him to get closer and closer, to make a move. As he pushed with his left foot and lunged closer as he drew his right fist back, it was time for me to dodge and counter.
I leant back as his fist moved for my face, grabbing his
