Opportunity City Spiritual Ability Administration, 3 p.m.
The white tank top was soaked with sweat, and the inside of the face guard was sticking to her face, making Diana somewhat uncomfortable.
She had cut her long hair short, leaving a tomboyish hairstyle. Without the annoying long hair, everything in front of her seemed to become much clearer.
She protected her chest with her hands and tensed all the muscles in her body, her eyes staring through the edges of her boxing gloves at Steve Rogers three steps away.
Diana feinted a step toward Steve, faking a couple of times, then a hint of fear rose in her heart, and she retracted her steps.
She sized Steve up and down, trying to find any weaknesses in his posture, but strange thoughts kept popping into her mind.
Steve was solid, his arms were thick. That left cross he had thrown earlier was not to be taken lightly; if it weren't for the headgear, Diana might have lost a tooth.
