ROMAN’S POV
Weak.
That was the first word that crossed my mind the moment she stepped into the ring.
She stood across from me with her shoulders squared far more from stubbornness than confidence, her fingers trembling despite the way she curled them into fists. There wasn't an ounce of challenge in her stance. No arrogance. No attempt to impress the crowd.
She looked like someone who had walked willingly into a storm because turning back would hurt more.
Around us, the students waited for entertainment.
They expected a m******e.
I expected the same.
Hayes' whistle split the morning air.
She didn't attack.
Good.
Most inexperienced fighters made the mistake of confusing courage with recklessness. They rushed forward, desperate to prove themselves before fear swallowed them whole
