I held my breath as Dylan threw the first punch. Asher dodged back and Dylan’s fist flew through the open air. Asher then stepped forward, ready to retaliate. Dylan backpedaled, placing a few feet between them again.
In a flash, Dylan moved close again. His speed was lightning-quick. I barely even saw him move. One minute he was standing and the next, his fist was colliding with Asher’s jaw.
Asher’s own fist moved as if in reflex, striking upwards and connected with Dylan’s stomach.
They both jumped backwards this time and glared at each other as they circled one another.
The crowd was loving it, laughing and cheering. But I felt like my whole world was crashing down.
Dylan dashed again. Asher blocked his next attack, but not the counter, which caught him in the gut. Asher landed his
