Up on the balls of your feet.
Keep moving, fluid, weaving, drunken, dancing.
No tension. No clenching.
Loose. Wait. Breathe.
And break his face in.
"C'mon, street trash, show us what you got!"
He spat on the ground, let his hands fall loosely at his sides, eyes taking in every move the man in front of him made. He was huge and bulging and reeked of
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