GINGER
I ran and leaped, targeting her with my claws. She swiftly ducked and grabbed me by the torso, plucking me out of the air and slamming me onto the large mat underneath us. So much for giving me an advantage.
I tried again. This time, I lunged. Fast.
Or at least, I thought I was fast.
Sara sidestepped me like it was nothing. A blur of motion—before I felt a brutal force against my ribs.
My body slammed into the mat, air rushing from my lungs in a painful burst. For a moment, all I saw were stars.
“Again,” Sara ordered, pacing around me. “You’re not using your claws enough. You’re letting your opponent dictate the fight. That’s how you get yourself killed.”
Gritting my teeth, I scrambled to my feet, forcing my breathing to steady. I had to land at least one good hit. Just one.
