Maximus swerved another jab, holding his fists up in their gloves to block whatever came next. He huffed, feeling wildly out of shape as he danced on his toes.
The loud screech of the door captured his attention for a moment, his eyes flicking away, and then he was falling, landing flat on his back on the rubber mat of the practice ring.
Max surveyed the ceiling, trying to pull air back into his lungs, a chuckle building in his throat. With a shuddering gasp, he looked to his sparring partner.
"Well, I certainly look like a rookie, huh?" He wheezed.
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Brystol looked down at her current sparring partner, raising an eyebrow. "Are you telling me you're not? Cause you certainly had me fooled." It was likely he was distracted about something. Something that wasn't a person coming through the door because that would be easy enough to block out if you were used to boxing. Or any form of fighting.
She could have gone easy on him since she'd noticed this before he was laying on the ground. Could have even caught him before he fell. But she didn't. Partially because he should know better. Also because she didn't particularly feel like it.


















