For a moment I believed I had control. I had readied myself for the strike, analyzed his behaviors and predicted his actions. Yet being ready was useless, against strength.
**Bam.**
The strength of the blow passed through all the bones, and my body crashed on the ground. Mouthfuls of blood tasting like metal, I made it hard to breathe air that could not come. I could no longer see clearly on the edges which faded to black. This was the end—my final reserves of energy seeping into the chill of the concrete, below me.
"Your actions are predictable, try altering your routine or you’ll tire quickly " he said while looking at me.
"Why don't we stop? Before you pass out."He walked to the door with a disturbingly calm tone.
My lungs were screaming, and I was having difficulties breathing. Ea
