Malakai charged again, fists raised. His body felt foreign, clumsy. His movements were too slow, his punches wild.
The brown wolfman moved faster, ducking under Malakai's fist.
A quick jab struck Malakai's ribs, forcing the air out of his lungs. He gasped, but swung his arm, trying to land a hit. His fist hit nothing but air.
His opponent stepped back, eyes sharp.
Malakai rushed forward, swinging with more desperation. His punches were too wide, and the brown wolfman slipped around them with ease.
Another punch came from his left, slamming into his side. Malakai winced, his muscles tensing from the impact.
He tried to throw a hook, but his arm felt heavy. The punch barely grazed his opponent's shoulder.
The brown wolfman's fist came up, slamming into Malakai's jaw. His head snapped back, his vision blurred.
Stumbling, Malakai tried to stay on his feet. His body screamed at him, each hit slowing him down more.
