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Added 2024-06-11 12:54:45 +0000 UTCHe goes at her with everything he's got... his punches keep coming. The sounds of leather smacking against leather and drenched skin echo throughout: some miss, some hit her gloves or are deflected by her arms or glance past her shoulders. Bost fighters show the intensity of battle on their faces as if fighting for their survival. She moves and weaves, forcing the missed blows and taking the man's energy. The blows spray sweat from both fighters onto the patrons below.
Occasionally a blow would land to her body and Sofia could feel the power of the man's punches diminish: he was exhausted! His attacks had become wild and desperate. She knew she must now marshall all her remaining strength and go in for the kill.
