This was my fourth fight. I’d already beat Marcus, Elliot, and Theo. Now I was fighting somebody I’d never met personally. Kirk patted my back. “You can’t win without a great offense.” “His punches won’t get through,” I said. “Just remember what I told you. No matter how strong your defense is, you can’t win if you don't hit him.” “I plan to hit him.” “Okay, keep him guessing. Don’t deliver the same punches over and over again like in the last fight. Go in there with a poker face. No giving away your moves with expressions and body movement. And don’t leave yourself open for a counterstrike. Because you tend to do that a lot.” “I won’t.” I walked into the ring and introductions were made. The guy I was fighting was bigger and taller than me, and definitely had the advantage. I might be the underdog, but I still glared at him the entire time to show him I had no fear. “The Zombie Slayer will fight against Head Hunter,” the announcer said. The crowd screamed as the fight started.
