We fight
Suddenly my gear
feels wrong
too tight, too
loose
My body is full of
adrenaline, running
purely, primitively
on instinct
I wait for her to
start
In one fluid
motion
she steps and make
a wild swing
to my abdomen
She hits her
target
It's my turn
I kihup loudly
and do two kicks
in a row
She backs up and
throws a jump
This goes on
Who will win?
Time.