Your eyes are focused. Attention locked. You carefully set the trap on your overconfident opponent. They're getting tired. Sloppy. You sense victory. You've trained for this. You're prepared.
You see their muscles twitch before they've even decided to launch an attack. The air slows. Your lungs fill and blood activates your senses.
A flying jump is launched. You crouch slightly. You wait. And wait. As your opponent reaches your strike zone, you decide it's finally time.
You launch with fury at your airborne, unexpectant combatant. A fiery uppercut cuts through the sky, landing squarely on his jaw, lighting his whole world up.
