As the bell rang again, I was a bit stiff, but I stretched my neck and got up, moving to the center of the ring.
I didn't wait, starting with a kick to the head. He dove under and walked in with an uppercut. I avoided with a stepback, lashing out with another spinning kick at his head.
Unsuccessful.
I was left momentarily off balance. Switching to defense I ducked under his assault, rapidly shuffling my feet to regain balance.
I crouched, squinted, and sent my fist darting forward. Rock tanked it, stumbling back a step, but it was only a feint.
I got my fist in his face. It cracked his nose, and he started bleeding.
He sent a right to my face and missed.
His stance was too wide, leaving his calf exposed. I lashed out with a kick from my right foot.
He stumbled, almost dropping, but miraculously got back upright.
I stepped back to readjust.
I moved in.
Right hook.
Kick to his liver.
