Willow:
I glanced around the gym, carefully analyzing every person, trying to find the perfect opponent. I needed someone who wouldn’t hold back but someone with heavy footwork. Boxers stared back at me, but I didn’t care, soon enough they will be my teammates.
In the corner was a tall heavy-set man, he had to be at least 6 foot and 250 pounds. He would be the perfect opponent.
“I choose him in the corner.” I say confidently.
“Killer, really?” Tony laughed.
“Yes!”
“Killer, get over here. Someone actually wants to get into a ring with you.” The old man called out.
Size didn’t intimidate me, and I knew I was fast in the ring. The heavy-set man may have a steel jab but that means he would have to catch me first though.
I jumped between the boxing ropes and started stretching my arms
