Balim's voice cut through the noise, loud and commanding. "Be patient! Don't rush!" he yelled at Logan from the side of the cage.
Logan, breathing heavily, heard his coach but his frustration was evident.
The round had just started, and he had already gone for more than two takedown attempts, each one failing to find its mark.
Damon had sprawled, countered, and stayed light on his feet, making it difficult for Logan to execute his game plan.
Now, Logan took a step back, shaking his head as if to clear the frustration.
He knew he needed to slow down, control his movements, and pick his moments.
Damon, on the other side, felt a surge of pride.
His training was being put to the test, and each failed takedown attempt by Logan only meant one thing: his work was paying off.
Every sprawling drill, every counter-move drilled in camp was serving him well.
