A misty dust cloud swirled around their legs in a miniature hurricane as they threw their legs at each other.
For a full minute, it was a mesmerizing dance of defense versus relentless offense. Leon kept on blocking while Azazel threw kicks meant to end the fight in an instant.
Azazel feinted high and drove a vicious shovel hook into Leon's exposed ribs.
WHUMP.
Leon's jaw tightened immediately as the impact made the air in his lungs burst out. He staggered two steps back, breaking his defensive stance.
A savage grin split Azazel's face as she stepped back and panted slowly. He raised his right fist and shook it at the crowd to show the blood he'd drawn from Leon.
He closed his eyes and whirled himself around, soaking in the rising cheers.
Leon, who had bent down gasping heavily, straightened himself and pressed his left hand to his burning ribs.
He spat the blood seeping out of his lips and shook his head, almost as if clearing water from his ears.
