Is it because of the difficulty of this fight?
Ezra thought to himself.
His eyes remained fixed on Maxwell as the memory of his time in the Sterling House continued to linger at the edge of his mind.
He still couldn't understand why that memory had surfaced now.
There was nothing about the present situation that should have reminded him of it.
At least, not directly.
Then Maxwell's voice came from very close to him.
"You do know the fight has started, right?"
Ezra's plain black eyes immediately shifted toward the incoming fist.
Maxwell's right fist was already in front of him.
Whoosh!
Ezra moved both legs and tilted his body toward the left, shifting just enough for Maxwell's punch to pass cleanly beside him.
The fist missed his face by only a small distance.
The wind produced by the attack violently pushed against Ezra's clothes.
His training clothes fluttered from the force packed into Maxwell's punch, while Ezra's hair moved across his forehead.
