Anton rushed forward like a shark that had just smelled blood.
The moment he saw Damon on one knee, he knew he had his opportunity. He wasn't going to let it slip away.
He threw a heavy right hand as he closed the distance, but Damon managed to bring his guard up just in time. The impact still pushed him sideways, and Anton followed with a left hook aimed at his head.
Damon ducked, though his movement was noticeably slower than before.
Damn, that felt like a truck...
His head was still spinning. His vision hadn't completely settled, and there was a strange ringing in his ears. He could feel his legs beneath him, but they weren't responding as quickly as he wanted.
Anton noticed it too.
"He's hurt! ANTON KNOWS IT!" Demian shouted.
The Russian champion wasn't giving him any breathing room. He threw another combination, a jab followed by a right hand, forcing Damon to cover up while trying to get back onto his feet.
Damon took a step backward.
Then another.
