ELLA

The last match had me panting and trying to breathe properly. My opponent had thrown a punch that missed my face and hit me square in the throat.

The referee wanted to rule it as a penalty against them, but I disagreed. Doing that would mean I got to win that round without any more fighting, but I didn’t want that.

I didn’t want to give anyone a chance to say I got off easy. When I glanced at the person standing on the other side of the ring, I could see a mix of surprise and a hint of dread in their expression.

That last bit was rather...