Kelsey and I are doing a little dance around the fighting area, waiting for an opening to land the first blow. We look like two cats, sinuous and lithe, moving slowly and carefully, ready to attack. I can feel the thrill of the fight growing into my heart and soul. That amazing feeling is the reason why I like fighting, the reason why I'm here now. I feel my nipples hardening, as I lick my lips.
Kelsey tries some obvious feints, but I read her aim in her eyes and I keep my defense on with my arms up. Then suddenly she steps forward and her hands snap towards my head. It's a trick! My experience tells me the truth, as I can see her eyes aiming downward. Indeed she is lifting her knee to slam it to my crotch. I react quickly turning my body, but the blow is so fast as I can't avoid it totally. The knee slams to my thigh with a thud. I grimace as I think: "the little cat has claws and she is fast! I have to pay attention!"
As she is still unbalanced by her own attack, my left hand penetrates btw Kelsey's arms and grasps her hair. In the same time I clench my right fist and I throw it forward, aiming to her stomach.