Damon had managed to recover from the daze relatively quickly, thanks in part to his Recovery Boost. By the time he settled onto his stool, his vision had cleared, and the dizziness that troubled him moments earlier was already fading.
He took the bottle Victor handed him and drank several gulps.
"What happened out there, Damon?" Victor asked, crouching in front of him. "Come on, you need to keep your head in the match."
Damon lowered the bottle.
Honestly, he didn't have a proper explanation. He had been caught completely off guard. One moment, he was reading Anton's movements and avoiding his combinations, and the next, he was staring at the canvas.
Was it arrogance? Or was he too focused on weaving through Anton's attacks?
Perhaps it was both.
He had gotten a little too comfortable with his defensive abilities, especially after making Anton miss so many times. Somewhere along the way, he had forgotten that his opponent was a double champion for a reason.
