Grey Skill 10

Darrin nodded, indicating that he was ready, and I returned the gesture.

Instantly, Darrin's form blurred as he lunged forward, his fist slamming toward my chin. Catching the attack mid-strike, I redirected the blow while turning my front foot behind me, reversing my stance.

I have carefully avoided unbalancing or opening myself up for a counter, instead of throwing another jab, feinting, and throwing a hook to my ribs. I took a step forward, into the punch, and dug my elbow into his chest, sending him back a couple of steps.

The children's cheers fell silent as Darrin rubbed the spot where he had hit him. "That was… quick," he said appreciatively.