Elora’s POV.
I take my stance, knees bent slightly, feet apart. Closed fists up by my face.
The crowd roars, and Dalia attacks. I block her punches and kicks. I duck and dodge and weave.
“GUARD UP, LORA!” Michael shouts from the other side of the cage. I know what I’m doing but I will listen to him because he will be seeing things I won’t be.
I see an opening and punch her in the face and she staggers back. The crowd goes silent for a beat, then they roar again. I attack her. Punching, kicking, driving her into the caged wall. Once she is there, I punch her ribs, then I grab the back of her neck and drive my knee up into her nose a few times when she grabs my hair and pulls me back. I keep hold of her and we fall.
“BLOCK!” Michael shouts and Dalia and I roll. She ends up on top of me
