With the word three he moved straight at me, this time he wasn't pulling any tricks, he just jumped straight at me. He moved faster than he did before and now I was pretty sure his heavy breathing was just a fake.
I jumped out of his way and almost landed on my ass, but by some miracle I managed not only to stay on my feet, but also miss another of his attacks.
Shit, I have to move fast.
I knew that I didn't have any time to plan so I just let my instincts do the fighting.
And it was a good move, because after all the years fighting my body and subconscious knows how he fights.
This choice gave me an additional half an hour of fighting. Well not really fighting, but more along the lines of dogging anything he was throwing at me.
But I knew that I had no chance in winning by just dogg
