"Oh yeah? You wanna play that game?" He said. The challenge hung heavy in between them.
But before he could respond further, she was already moving. Ivan's instincts kicked in instantly as he saw the clothesline coming. Ivan quickly raised his left arm, blocking the incoming clothesline with his forearm. Muscles bulging as he absorbed the impact, grunting softly.
Without wasting a second, Ivan twisted his torso, bringing his right fist up in a devastating uppercut. The punch sailing to Botan, squarely on the chin.
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