Sharp grunts and the heavy impact of hits falling on pads and skin filled the gym with the sounds of their sparring.
Damon and Edward were already deep into a tough round. They moved quickly but powerfully, and each attack was a planned attempt to test and push the other.
Edward let out a wild high kick, and his muscles flexed with disciplined accuracy as the kick shot forward.
This kick wasn't careless like the last one was two years ago; it was polished, with each move driven by confidence and control.
He had his eyes fixed on Damon and wouldn't move.
But Damon had grown too, and it showed. He sidestepped the kick effortlessly, his footwork smooth and evasive.
It was almost as if he could predict Edward's moves before they came, and he countered with a quick jab that found its mark.
Edward adjusted his stance immediately, refusing to be caught off guard.
