The crowd gasped.
I didn’t move.
My boots stayed planted exactly where they had been.
Travis stared.
He had expected me to stumble.
Instead,it felt as though he had pushed against a concrete wall.
His smile faded.
For the first time…
Confusion appeared in his eyes.
I spoke quietly.
“You’re stronger than most men.”
“But strength without discipline is only borrowed confidence.”
He frowned.
“What does that even mean?”
“It means…”
“You’ve spent your entire life fighting people who were afraid to hit back.”
The sentence landed harder than any punch.
His jaw tightened.
His breathing became faster.
His emotions had taken control.
Mine never left.
I watched his right shoulder.
It dropped half an inch.
His right foot shifted.
His hips turned.
Years of training had taught me what came next before he even knew.
Behind him,the fighter who had spoken earlier suddenly shouted,
“TRAVIS!”
“STOP!”
But it was already too late.
Travis threw his first punch.
Part 6: The First Swing
