Chapter Eighteen
“Are you both ready?” Fin asks, off to the side of the gym next to the mats Grayson & I are facing off on.
“Yes” Grayson and I both say in unison.
“Spar!” Fin declares and my attention zeroes in on Grayson. He has his hands up in a defensive manoeuvre but isn’t moving, looking for an opening or a weakness in my stance.
I step forward, aiming a fist at his ribs. He is far too tall for me to even attempt a head shot, I’ll need to get higher for that. He twists out of the way using his forearm to knock my hand away from him. I try again anticipating that same reaction from him, he moves as I predicted and as he goes to block my fist I swing out my right leg and land a kick in his left side, just below his kidneys.
We continue the same dance for a few minutes, him complet
