Cabello abandons the reckless pressure at once. He knows better than to keep charging forward against a fighter who reads distance and manipulates angles this well.
Sensing the hesitation, Ryoma decides to take control. The slow swaying rhythm of his pendulum step never disappears, but its range gradually becomes smaller and tighter.
To everyone watching, he seems to be doing nothing more than rocking back and forth in the same spot. What they cannot see is that each sway steals a fraction of the distance between him and Cabello.
Bit by bit, almost imperceptibly, Ryoma drifts into punching range without ever looking like he is advancing.
When Cabello finally recognizes the danger, he shifts his rear foot outside the line of attack.
But Ryoma suddenly takes a short ghost step, and…
Dsh!
…another jab snaps against Cabello's left cheek.
"A sharp jab from Ryoma…"
