MARGAUX
"The best technique, Margie," I could hear my father's voice inside my head, recalling the first time he had introduced me to my fighting instructor.
"Is to watch your opponent closely, read, and anticipate his or her every move. That way, you would know when to attack and when to guard yourself more."
The gathered crowd inside the basement of what I had gathered was owned by a small mafia group seemed to have become more hyped upon the boss of their little crew down here who had accepted my invitation for a duel, joined me inside the ring. In his plain shirt and jeans, he had sent a smirk my way, letting me know that he was ready to take me on despite being underdressed for the occasion.
