Damon prepped Elias like he was about to walk into a warzone.
He didn't sugarcoat anything. This wasn't about motivation.
This was about details. Elias was about to face Thami Zulu, a fighter who didn't care how pretty your technique was if he could crash right through it.
"You're not fighting a tactician," Damon said, taping Elias's wrists himself. "You're fighting a man who will keep swinging until someone breaks."
Elias nodded, calm as ever. He didn't talk much before fights.
That wasn't his way. His strength was in control, in the fact that he didn't need to hype himself up. His mind stayed clear, even when everything else got loud.
Damon leaned in. "Zulu's going to charge. He's going to brawl. You're going to feel his weight every time he makes contact. That's his game. He wants you to trade. He wants you off balance."
"I won't trade," Elias said, adjusting his gloves. "I'll make him chase."
