Damon circled Bobby slowly, his eyes focused, calculating each move. Bobby was still calm, measured.
Choosing to stay with his plan. His next kick shot out just as fast as the others, aimed at Bobby's lead leg.
It connected again with smack, but Bobby didn't flinch. He ate it like before, his stance still solid, his movement steady.
Damon could tell Bobby wasn't just here to defend.
He was waiting. Damon kept testing him, throwing in a few more quick punches, trying to find an opening.
Each jab met Bobby's gloves. His guard stayed tight, his defense still unbroken. A quick jab followed by a cross, but nothing broke through.
Then, out of nowhere, Bobby fired back with a combination of his own.
A fast jab cracked out toward Damon's face. Damon slipped the punch, but Bobby followed with a straight right hand, this time with real force behind it.
