Still, when Villanueva makes the first move, there's no sign of it in his execution. He steps in cleanly, sending a probing jab fired straight down the line, followed by a heavy cross aimed for the head. They are direct, honest, neglecting Ryoma's right shoulder condition.
"Straight down the middle from Villanueva. No tricks, just clean fundamentals!"
Ryoma's right side tenses for a moment, the expectation of a targeted attack lingering from that earlier glance. But he adjusts quickly, raising his guard just enough to catch the jab on his palm before sliding his lead foot back to take himself out of range of the cross.
The punch cuts through the space where he stood a second ago. But Villanueva retracts fast, already stepping in again, lowering his level as he closes distance, his lead shoulder dipping forward.
"He's not letting him reset. Look at the pressure!"
