Danielle POV
We've done the basics, and now Knox has us gathered together.
He stands at the center of the mat like he owns the ground beneath his feet. Arms loose at his sides, stance relaxed, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes that says he’s fully aware of what’s coming. This is his element. And judging by the way the women are watching him, they’ve been waiting for this chance.
“Alright,” he says, cracking his neck. “One at a time. Let’s see who can knock me on my ass.”
Rebel steps forward first. Her blonde hair is tied back tight, her eyes locked on him like she’s already mapped out every strike. They circle, slow at first, then she lunges. Her foot swings high, aiming for his ribs, but he blocks it with a grunt. She follows with a punch, then another, landing one solid hit against
