Gracefully

Prologue

I shiver as I struggle to take another breath, walking into here, I was shivering with cold in my shorts and sports bra, but I don't seem to feel a hint of the winter now.

With my muscles aching, I push up on my knees and stand up straight, looking a lot more confident than I'm actually feeling. I glance back at her, my opponent, she's eyeing me carefully, and smirking slightly after she's successfully punched me hard enough to make me lose my balance.

"Come on kitty, let's end this already," she said, a little too cocky for her ranking.
She's somewhere in the twenties.

I smirked and bent down slightly, getting in position to either attack, or defend.

She tried to 'surprise' me by running towards me and attempting to take a swing at my cheek. Rookie mistake.

I easily dodge her, then I hold the arm she tried punching me with, taking her by surprise, and going in with my end-game swing, I punch her right in the nose, her mask not doing much to protect her.

Her body falls to the ground, and I hear her scream in pain, among the screams of the crowd cheering for me.

She gets back up, blood dripping down her chin, and she gets in position. I roll my eyes at her, making myself seem bored of the fight to intimidate her. I know that it works when I notice the slight shift in her eyes.

Once again, she starts the attack and tried to punch me, this time I barely had time to dodge, so I got hit, but not as hard as she anticipated.

I quickly recover and start a chain of quick punches everywhere, I aim for her ribs, stomach, face, whatever I see open, I attack.

And with one last punch to her ribs, she groans in pain, falls to the ground, and ends the fight.

"Better luck next time, sweetie," I said in a venomous tone, and a glare to her limp body on the ground.

I stand up a little higher, pull on a confident winner face, and look around the roaring crowd.

In the background I hear the referee announcing me the winner, and they start cheering my name.

Bullet, bullet, bullet.