the main ring. "Let's spar."
A murmur rippled through the crowd. Marcus looked surprised for a fraction of a second before
a wide grin spread across his face. This was going to be entertaining.
Elena ducked through the ropes with fluid grace. She didn't bother with headgear, preferring the
unobstructed vision. She slipped in her mouthguard and bounced lightly on the balls of her feet.
Her stance was unorthodox for traditional boxing, slightly wider, her hands held higher,
protecting her face while keeping her center of gravity low.
Marcus climbed in after her, playing to the crowd. He flexed his shoulders and pounded his
gloves together. He was significantly heavier and taller, and the visual mismatch was stark.