Hookwolf watched with approval as the two squared off. It was clear from the start that Bradley was thrown off guard by how strong Menja was, and doubly apparent that he wasn’t used to fighting someone with better reach or more power behind their hits.
Yeah, to be fair, most opponents aren’t like Menja.
Many opponents in this world aren’t like anyone.
But he was trained, and he was familiar in how to use his body, and he adapted quickly.
Which makes knowing how to adapt one of the most critical skills in a battle, even more so than it already is in our world.
Bradley shifted to the defensive, and Menja struck with sharp kicks to his side and lunging steps forward to jab at his face. He timed a grab and quickly shifted to an arm lock, forcing Menja to bend over.
Not bad!
For just a moment, it seemed like he had control of the situation, but Menja snapped back to her normal size, slipping her arm free, then struck at him, simultaneously growing. He was shoved to the ground.
Whoop.
“Enough,” Hookwolf said.
So, how’d he do? Was that good enough to not be embarrassing?
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