In attempting to kick her in the face, my opponent used both her arms to take my attack. My legs had landed on both of her arms, pushing her back.
The girl's expression hardened, realizing that this fight wasn't as easy as she thought. Without giving her time to rest, I took a few steps toward her, clenched my fist, and aimed at her guts.
I was expecting my attack to land. This girl who wanted to fight us was good. The crowd was already cheering from our first few "opening acts."
I just wanted to have a nice day with Olivia. Why is this even happening? Olivia was in front of the crowd and was cheering me on. My morale had increased hearing her say that.
The girl prepared for a kick, she was pretty fast on her feet, and it was hard for me to dodge all her incoming attacks.
Her relentless attack was making it hard for me to breathe. Managing to slip up, a kick of hers had cleanly hit my stomach.
