Her Voice in the Chaos

Cassian

He was winded.

I probably have a mild concussion too, he thought as he stood, swaying, tasting blood in his mouth from a cut on the inside of his cheek.

At first, they had tested each other, Goliath Iron Crusher and he, making jabs and blocks. Once the Crusher feinted and landed a good blow on Cassian's ribs, but the follow-up, a hook to Cassian's jaw, caught air as Cassian had astutely pu