The fight began with both fighters circling, measuring each other's movements.
Collin NcGyver stood in his familiar wide stance, his lead hand low, his back foot light. ready to spring in or out at any moment.
Mateusz Garmrond, the more traditional fighter, kept a tight high guard, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.
He knew Collin was dangerous in the early rounds, and he wasn't about to rush in recklessly.
The first strike came from Collin. A sharp teep kick to the body, stabbing right into Garmrond's midsection. Not powerful, but enough to gauge distance.
Garmrond didn't react much. He stayed patient, inching closer, his hands high.
Then he fired a calf kick.
The kick snapped into Collin's lead leg, forcing him to shift his weight. But Collin barely acknowledged it. Instead, he smirked and feinted a step forward.
Garmrond stayed disciplined, not biting on the feint.
