Sean raced towards Richelle, his eyes following her every movement, he pushed his senses to their limits, focused entirely on the slightest movement she made.
However, if only it was that easy, he wouldn't have been the one on the losing side in every of their sparring session.
Richelle threw a simple jab towards his direction... No technique, no skill, no fluff... Just a simple, textbook punch, yet Sean felt like if he didn't evade, it would smash his face in.
He quickly moved to the side, escaping the trajectory of her fist. But as though she was already expecting him to do that, she already used her momentum to turn, her elbow heading towards his face.
Her movements were slow, easily enough for him to read and react to them, but he still found himself being continuously overwhelmed by them.
It was like she could read the future, knowing where he would be, and when, already preparing an attack there, before he could even react.
