"Are you ready to give up, or you still have something to say?" Jonathan spoke for the first time—his words were harsh but deserved—as he walked towards Ximena, who knelt on the floor, blood dripping down her chin.
"You puny little—" she had already begun her sentence when another heavy punch slammed against her face—the mechanical arms were tougher than she had expected—a single tooth came flying out of her mouth. She spat a puddle of blood onto the ground and hissed.
She was a tough woman, Jonathan could at least acknowledge that, even after being clearly defeated, she refused to change her demeanor.
He was about to land another heavy punch again when the whistle blew.
