What could I do? I was trapped. My opponent moved toward me with calm precision. I slowly crept backward, keeping my left arm up to my face to block any incoming blows.
The moment he got close, I threw a jab with my left arm, then sidestepped when he tried to counter. Though I could only fight using one arm, I still had my footwork to help me. He was almost as fast as me when it came to footwork, but I still had him outclassed.
I figured it was because he was a former MMA fighter. The way he moved around the ring in his boxing shoes was a bit awkward, and so was the way he handled his gloves. But what made him a force to be reckoned with was his speed and power.
If I had to guess, I would say his power was at least twice mine. A single blow in the right spot would be all he needed to win.
