Whittier clapped his hands again, his voice cutting through the sounds of the gym. "Alright, boys, let's get back to it, shall we? Time to sharpen up."
Damon and Ivan nodded, adjusting their stances as they prepared to resume their sparring session.
The sound of gloves being tightened echoed in the room as Damon bounced lightly on his toes, feeling the familiar tension in his legs.
Across from him, Ivan stood firm, his eyes locked on Damon's every movement.
The two squared up, and as soon as Whittier gave the signal, Damon moved in first, starting with his favored approach, a sharp, well-placed low kick aimed at Ivan's lead leg.
His shin connected with a satisfying thud, sending a ripple through Ivan's stance, but Ivan was quick to adjust, stepping back slightly to avoid taking another full-force blow.
Damon kept up the pressure, immediately following with another low kick, his Muay Thai instincts kicking in.
