Damon stalked forward, his face unreadable, his movements fluid. Jon's forehead was bleeding a lot, and the cut was getting worse every second.
His footwork was slower, his balance was off, but he still had determination.
Damon tested him with a jab, light but precise, forcing Jon to react. The Polish fighter instinctively raised his guard, but Damon saw the gaps.
He stepped in, feinting high, then buried a sharp right hand into Jon's liver.
Jon grunted, his entire body tensing from the shot. His stance wobbled.
Damon didn't let him recover.
A left hook wrapped around Jon's high guard, smacking into his ear. The moment Jon tried to adjust, Damon whipped a leg kick to his compromised lead leg, forcing him to shift awkwardly.
Jon backed up, his arms tight against his body, trying to defend, but Damon had already closed the gap.
