Caught Between Them
I barely dodged in time, the air whispering past my ear as I rolled away, adrenaline surging through me.
Sage was unlike any opponent I'd ever faced. Her movements were fluid and controlled, her attacks calculated. Unlike Brock's brute strength, Sage relied on precise strikes and lightning-fast reflexes.
We danced around each other, a deadly ballet of feints and parries. My frustration mounted with every blocked punch and missed kick. This wasn't a sparring session; it was a one-sided beatdown.
"You fight like a cornered animal," Sage taunted, her voice a cold whisper. "Full of fury, but lacking in finesse."
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