I licked the blood off my lip, keeping my focus steady, and resumed in throwing heavy punches. Brooks, who was already having a hard time with his swollen lip, grunted, and staggered back when my punch landed straight in his jaw.
I wasn’t that strong, the punches probably didn’t even hurt that much, but most people think that I’m fast. Really fast.
All my movements were said to be a mixture of blurry lines and painful ass kicking that Brooks had to call six time-outs in just a matter of eighteen minutes. You can’t blame him though. His specialty is more on long-range weapons, and not hand-to-hand combat.
I gave him a smug grin from the other end of the ring, flashing my eyebrows at him, and walked up to my training bag.
“Next time you don’t guard your head, you’re dead,” I reminded,
