[ Erik’s knuckles make a solid whoof sound past her ear. Miss.
What he registers next is the latticework of scaffolding across the gym ceiling, bright lights, a dull ache in the base of his skull where his head snapped forward upon impact.
He’s fine by the time he’s wrested himself upright, trousers dusted at on his way to squaring up again. Arms up, glare warier than before.
An Erik-shaped span of damp mat continues to evaporate slowly behind him. ]
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What he registers next is the latticework of scaffolding across the gym ceiling, bright lights, a dull ache in the base of his skull where his head snapped forward upon impact.
He’s fine by the time he’s wrested himself upright, trousers dusted at on his way to squaring up again. Arms up, glare warier than before.
An Erik-shaped span of damp mat continues to evaporate slowly behind him. ]