The empty space felt vast and silent as Maris and Reshmi faced each other. Both women stood ready, their eyes locked in a quiet understanding of what was to come. Maris clenched her fists, feeling the adrenaline course through her veins, while Reshmi smirked, clearly enjoying the thrill of the upcoming fight.
Without warning, Reshmi lunged forward with a speed that left Maris barely enough time to react. The first punch came hard and fast, aimed directly at Maris's stomach. Maris blocked, but the impact still sent a shockwave of pain through her body. Reshmi's strength was undeniable, and her precision was sharp.
"Too slow!" Reshmi taunted, her eyes gleaming with confidence as she spun into a roundhouse kick aimed at Maris's side.
Maris dodged, but Reshmi anticipated the movement and immediately followed up with an elbow strike aimed at Maris's chest. The blow connected, forcing the air from Maris's lungs and causing her to stumble back.
