You deftly dodge my left jab but really wasn't that the point anyway? My right solidly lands on your abs and I'm rewarded with that loud SMACK of fist on hard flesh that echoes through the gym, bringing my fists up again as I step back looking for another moment to strike. You quickly slide to the left as I try to follow you, your head bobbing throw me off a little as I notice your hook coming in just to late. I tense my hard body but even so the shot is hard, it rattle me a little as I stumble to my right, glaring at as you can seemingly give back as much as you can take. I duck low, weaving to the left but then shoot up quickly, right fist firing upwards, aiming an uppercut at your chin as I can already tell you're not the usual brawler.