*thud*
The sound echoed through the Arena Six chamber as Brandon's body hit the ground, and rolled across the floor before using the same force to curl and push himself up to stand.
His face contorted in pain and a low grunt escaped his lips as he rubbed his abdomen where Naevora's latest punch had landed.
"Shit…" he breathed, blinking sweat out of his eyes.
"You damn musclehead… can you hold back a bit?"
Naevora just smiled "No, come at me again."
Brandon gritted his teeth and again lunched toward her.
His steps became fast, enhanced by the thin layer of ether coursing through his legs.
He twisted into a right hook aimed at her jaw, following it immediately with a spinning heel kick meant to disorient her.
Naevora's eyes flicked toward his fist.
She didn't move from her spot.
Her right arm shot up, parrying the hook with her forearm before fluidly ducking under his spinning kick.
