Marco didn't retreat. He planted his feet and answered with a sharp jab to Petra's cheek. She ate it like candy, grinning, and drove a knee toward his midsection. He turned, let it glance off his hip, and hooked her kidney. The sound was a wet, meaty thud.
Marco growled and lunged with a hook. Petra ducked under it and countered with a sharp right hand to his ribs. Thud. It was a solid connection, but Marco barely flinched. He answered with a shove-punch combo that grazed Petra’s shoulder, sending her stumbling slightly into the petunias. dww mixed garden boxing marco vs petra hit
The sun was beginning to set over the sprawling backyard of the community center, casting long, golden shadows across the grass. This was the time of day when the "Mixed Garden" came alive. It wasn’t a botanical exhibit, but rather a euphemism for the informal, mixed-style fighting ring that had sprung up behind the old greenhouse. Marco didn't retreat