Damon swished the water around in his mouth and then spit it out into a bucket. Although one of the coaches wiped him off, his sharp, calculating eyes stayed on Victor.
Victor leaned in, his voice calm and probing. "So? What do you think? First round, anything new you noticed?"
Damon nodded. He kept his breathing steady and his face was calm and focused. "Yeah, a few things," he said as he mentally went over the round. He tilted his head a little.
"First," Damon raised a finger, "his footwork. It's good, but he overcommits when he tries to close the distance. He steps too heavy on his lead foot, especially when he throws that left hook. It leaves him open to counters if I time it right."
Victor nodded, leaning closer. "Good, what else?"
