Micaiah POV
The man across from me looked like he was a trained warrior. As we get into our stances, I notice the way his hands are set he is right-handed, but his legs are set opposite of what they should be. This was different, he was trying to throw me off and counter with my distraction. It was five minutes of us circling each other, waiting for the other to strike. So, I did what most rogues do, I played on his anger. “Is the poor tiny wolf scared to get his ass beat by a woman?” He lowly growled to where only us wolves could hear what it was. “f**k it, let’s fight”, he said of aggravated and impatiently. We lunged at each at the same time. I landed a few, he landed a few. His punches felt like I was being hit with cement blocks. I went to throw him off with a sidekick that he caught
