The blow knocked me backwards and I fell to the ground with a sickening thump. Luckily we were wearing our sparring gear or that would have really hurt. A man yelled two. I got hit two times and you could only get hit three. I hadn’t even hit him once.

Once I got back on my feet a whistle blew. We could start fighting again. Right when the whistle blew my opponent sent a round kick flying at my stomach, I side stepped it and jump front kicked him right in the head. He went stumbling backwards as the referee yelled one. I could hear the thickness of his breath as he threw a palm heal at me but I deflected it and side kicked him. As my foot was soaring through the air he turned around and I kicked him straight in the back.

The referee yelled foul. We stopped fighting for a moment and bowed to each other then went on fighting. He tried to hook kick me in the head but I ducked below his leg and round kicked him in the back of the head. I could hear the yelling of two. Everything sounded so distant as if it were a half a mile away. We kept fighting and he suddenly out of nowhere landed on my foot. I could hear the crack as if a gun were shot. My eyes started watering up and I could distantly hear the referee yelling foul.

Then I heard someone yell timeout. As I went to sit on the bench I could see my opponent snickering and his teacher talking to him. As his teacher turned his head to look at me I thought I saw a bright look in his eye and a look of insanity on his face as if he loved and lived to see people in pain. When we started fighting again he had a sincere look of hate on his face.

He jump side kicked me but a jumped up and as I was suspended in the air I swung a two punches at him that missed. The then threw a palm heal at me but I ducked and sent a hook kick flying at his chest as he threw a punch at me. We both blocked each other’s attacks and jumped back a couple of feet.

We got closer and I blocked his punch then punched his head and he went flying back and landed on the ground. I grinned as he fell on the ground because I knew that I had won and he had lost.