RYLAN
The fist comes out of nowhere. I grunt when Callister lands a blow on my jaw, snapping my head to the side.
"Focus!" Kalen, Malkar's trainer, snaps from outside the ring. "When fighting, you need all your wits--or they'll be knocked out of you!"
Scowling, I wipe blood from the corner of my mouth, falling into stance. Cal smirks on the other end of the ring. "P*ssy."
I launch at him with a series of blows. He evades them all, landing away from me fluidly. "Speaking of p*ssies, you must not be getting any to be in such a foul mood." Light on his feet, he leaps behind me nimbly to dig an elbow into my side. When I stumble, he hooks large arms around my neck in a cruel headlock. With a burst of adrenaline, I dislodge his hold, sending a blow to the side of his face.
"Maybe I'll feel
