Melissa stepped back the instant the bell rang; she’d timed it nicely. Three minutes, and she knew she had the fight won. Now she has all the time she wants to beat me to a pulp…
Looking over her handiwork so far, she’s well pleased on many counts. She’s learned that I have a pretty hard punch, but nothing she can’t withstand a good number of—and she can read me like a book already; her thoughts are enough faster—and her reflexes match—so most won’t land. Even better, she can hit me exactly where she wants. I might go for a right to the jaw—she can decide to hit me so the power is concentrated on the second floating rib—then hit me there again.
Added to that, the fact that I wasn’t punching back for part of the round is pure gravy; she’s got me on the run. Even though she’s expecting me to fight back more, she’s got me under control. Even better—I seem not to be too badly hurt yet. She figured that I’d be able to absorb a beating before going down—and she seems to be right.
The effort she spent getting under my skin has been well worth the effort. Her quirky sence of fair play won’t let her challenge someone she outclasses badly—but once she got me to challenge her, she’s unleashed in her own mind. To her, anyone that gets in the ring has no complaint about the beating, so long as it’s within the rules. Once a fight was agreed to, it was simple to get me to agree to unlimited rounds, until one of us is knocked out. Of course, no count starts until the other fighter goes to a neutral corner…something she intends to exploit to full effect…
Unless I can do something, this is going to HURT!
Normally I only post one per day, but since both pics are dipicting the same (quiet) moment, I thought, “Why not?”
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Looking over her handiwork so far, she’s well pleased on many counts. She’s learned that I have a pretty hard punch, but nothing she can’t withstand a good number of—and she can read me like a book already; her thoughts are enough faster—and her reflexes match—so most won’t land. Even better, she can hit me exactly where she wants. I might go for a right to the jaw—she can decide to hit me so the power is concentrated on the second floating rib—then hit me there again.
Added to that, the fact that I wasn’t punching back for part of the round is pure gravy; she’s got me on the run. Even though she’s expecting me to fight back more, she’s got me under control. Even better—I seem not to be too badly hurt yet. She figured that I’d be able to absorb a beating before going down—and she seems to be right.
The effort she spent getting under my skin has been well worth the effort. Her quirky sence of fair play won’t let her challenge someone she outclasses badly—but once she got me to challenge her, she’s unleashed in her own mind. To her, anyone that gets in the ring has no complaint about the beating, so long as it’s within the rules. Once a fight was agreed to, it was simple to get me to agree to unlimited rounds, until one of us is knocked out. Of course, no count starts until the other fighter goes to a neutral corner…something she intends to exploit to full effect…
Unless I can do something, this is going to HURT!
Normally I only post one per day, but since both pics are dipicting the same (quiet) moment, I thought, “Why not?”
