Sofia Vez

I grimace, clutching the side of my waist as pain courses through me. My opponent, who happened to be a nineteen-year-old, stopped for a fraction of a second and then lunged forward to punch me again.

I dodge on time, then whirl around to elbow her under the chin. A yelp of pain leaves her lips.

“Time out!” Angela announced. I looked over to the girl, grimacing instantly at the sight of blood rolling down her mouth.

“I'm so sorry— I began to apologize but she waved her ...