Cheat to win

As Zafron leaned against the wall, catching his breath, he couldn't help but admire Sakura's strength and agility. 'She's strong and tough as a nail. Also very flexible. I wonder... Just how well will she do against my touch... my calming touch?' A sly idea began to form in his mind.

Sakura tossed her water bottle aside, her pink braid swinging with the motion. "Break's over, pretty boy. Ready for round two?"

Zafron pushed himself off the wall, rolling his shoulders. "As I'll ever be."

They circled each other, Sakura's movements fluid and precise, while Zafron's were more cautious, calculated. She struck first, her fist whistling past his ear as he ducked. He countered with a low kick, which she easily avoided by jumping back.

"Come on," Sakura taunted, dancing just out of reach. "Is that all you've got?"