Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20181001143651/@comment-36855838-20181002044326

She turns to face me, sure it's a fluke, and goes for faster, lighter jabs, but I block every hit.

The moment she goes for a stronger hit, I'm already behind her, punching her in the shoulder blade, she topples to the floor.

"TEN!"

"NINE!"

"EIGHT!"

"SEVEN!"

She blasts up from the floor, gritting her teeth so herd it sounds like somebody sanding wood.

She rushes me, fast punches, short ones, I dodge them all, dipping, ducking, diving, and weaving, every time I slip behind her, and land another hit or two on her left knee.

She's beginning to stagger with every step, and I'm beginning to feel the burn in my calves.