After dozens of rounds, Shawn was panting heavily while Rocco remained relaxed. "To think I thought you were some formidable opponent, who'd have thought you're only good with words?! Ha! Trash!"
Shawn, feeling the contempt, flushed. "D*mn it! Again!"
Charging forward once more, he leaped Into the air and attempted a swift roundhouse kick toward Rocco's head. Rocco smiled with disdain, easily side-stepping the attack as he shifted his body.
Watching the match, Matthew shook his head in resignation.
Shawn had too little real combat experience. Taunted by his opponent's words, Shawn lost his composure and, already at a disadvantage, had even slimmer hopes of winning.
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