Time Limit : [4:20]
I shuffled my feet into an orthodox boxing stance as the seconds ticked away on the clock. My left foot was slightly forward, and my right foot was rooted , providing a solid base.
My hands were up near my face, one in front of the other, ready to both defend and strike. It was a classic boxing stance, designed for balance and efficient punching.
Ije stance was a picture of Taekkyon's fluidity and power. His feet were positioned in a wide, balanced stance, one foot slightly ahead of the other. His hands were held at chest level, ready to strike or block . It was clear that he was a master of this martial art, and his posture exuded confidence and skill.
"I'll aim for your stomach ," I feigned, trying to keep him guessing about my next move.
*JAB!
But I threw a straight jab directed at his face.
[Suggestion : Failed ]
He just sneered and twisted his neck slightly to dodge me.
This is the first time I've written a fighting scene like this. What do you think?