ELLA
The last match had me panting and trying to breathe properly. My opponent had thrown a punch that missed my face and hit me square in the throat.
The referee wanted to rule it as a penalty against them, but I disagreed. Doing that would mean I got to win that round without any more fighting, but I didn’t want that.
I didn’t want to give anyone a chance to say I got off easy. When I glanced at the person standing on the other side of the ring, I could see a mix of surprise and a hint of dread in their expression.
That last bit was rather surprising—up until this point, I hadn’t seen anyone show that they were spooked by my presence. Witnessing that reaction was as startling as it was invigorating.
If I had successfully struck fear in their minds, then the rest of the combat would
