" I did not laugh at you and I don't plan on fighting on pro level "
Max just smiled at her. Seeing her getting more angry, instead of stepping back like before, he stepped in at the same time she attacked and caught her wrist mid-punch, his fingers locking around her arm at the exact moment her fist stopped inches from his face.
*THWOOP*
" Why would I care about you fighting on a pro level? "
" I thought, this was what you want "
The impact died in his grip. She was a professional, but her emotions were starting to rush her movements. She was throwing earlier than usual, committing too much weight into each strike, and leaving small openings after every attack. He leaned closer slightly and gave her a faint teasing look, then pulled her into his embrace before letting her hand go.
" You're a very bad boy, hmph "
