ISABELLA
The sound of fists hitting the mat echoed over and over.
“Savannah, get that guard up!” The instructor wanted to help me, but the truth was that tank was steamrolling me.
I mean, I was fast, but s**t, dodging the whole time wasn’t exactly a strategy.
“Augh.” Air shot out of my lungs when her fist slammed into my right shoulder.
I thought she was going to dislocate it on the spot; the bone went with a nasty c***k.
“Damn it, she’s got us in her sights!” Thera roared, pumping energy into my legs.
But no matter how fast we were, her hook was headed straight for my stomach.
I tensed every muscle, bracing for the pain, but at the critical moment, she pulled back.
Her hazel eyes locked with mine again.
She could’ve pounded me into the mat a dozen times, and I always felt like s
