Fight (2)

Harper

Briar circled me slowly, with sharp eyes. But her posture was relaxed like she was already bored.

I kept my hands up, feet light, knees slightly bent. Instead of watching her expressions, I watched her center—hips, shoulders, the direction her weight moved. The thing was that I wasn’t hearing a sound. And so I had to depend heavily on what I saw or felt.

The crowd pressed in. I felt the vib