'I never expected the need to push myself to this extent against some nobody mushroom-gatherer, haha.
'Indeed, humanity's best talents have gathered in one place, so I shouldn't expect an easy outcome from any match.'
Karmea thought, spat the blood out of his mouth, and then pressed his tight-muscled arms against his chest.
The cold wind of the night breezed past the thick branches, waved the leaves in the wind, and blew Tavrin's Flow State smoke against his face.
The blood flowed in Karmea's arms—he had finished his warm-up—and then pressed onwards.
Karmea came in hard, shoulders low, and drove Tavrin close to the thick trunks of the trees—the space to move was limited—but Tavrin decided against backing away.
As Tavrin's spine brushed against the sharp trunk, he leaned forward with his head low, and if any boxing coach saw that, they would think it was over.
Lowering your head in a boxing match was one of the greatest mistakes one could make!
