The bell cracked through the air.
Jaxen lunged first, no hesitation, no testing the waters. A sharp left jab aimed straight for Oliver's jaw. But Oliver moved like water, fluid, and silent, dodging with a single step and twisting his body just enough for the blow to miss.
The crowd gasped. Oliver's counter came fast. A quick hook aimed at Jaxen's ribs. It landed, sharp and clean, forcing the air from Jaxen's lungs. But pain only made him grin wider. "You are fast," Jaxen breathed, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Let's see how long that lasts"
They clashed again, fists colliding, footwork spinning over sweat-slicked floors. Jaxen fought like a storm, reckless and thunderous, every move explosive. Oliver, in contrast, was surgical, dancing just beyond reach, striking with elegance.
