Mikael bent his back and completely made himself fall on the ground, rolling on the brawling mat, and stood up, not giving any more time to rest, and lunged forward. Upon three feet away from the opponent, he jumped with his two feet forward, flying toward the man who was caught of guard by the lots of moves he showed which made him just watched him until he felt the kick on his chest that pushed him out of the brawling mat.
Mikael fell on the soft mat, the whistle was blown and the cheers and groans of her co-trainees echoed in the whole room. He took off the helmet and sat up, looking over the boy he brawled with and the trainees had bet on with.
"Are you still good?" he asked with a chuckle, panting with sweats trickling down his face. He wiped it off with his sleeves, taking off the
