Damon had finally begun to see through Kofi's wild attacks.
The chaotic, explosive nature of his strikes had a certain predictability to them.
Once you spotted the rhythm, you could see the gaps, and Damon was the kind of fighter who could capitalize on those openings.
As they circled again, Damon's eyes narrowed, watching every move Kofi made with surgical precision.
The lunges, the overextended punches, the way Kofi planted his feet when he committed to an attack, it all became clear to Damon.
The way he huffed before each charge.
He wasn't going to play Kofi's game anymore.
He was going to turn Kofi's own aggression against him.
With a huff, Kofu lunged ahead, his strong physique unleashing yet another torrent of powerful blows.
But this time, Damon didn't retreat.
He stood his ground and waited.
