Holding Back
"Before we begin, are we allowed to use our skills?"
"It wouldn't be a fair fight... if we didn't!"
One moment, Freyr was standing still, breathing heavily as if preparing for a charge; the next moment, he disappeared and reappeared in front of Yuuta, arms tucked in in preparation for a punch. He gritted his teeth and put all of his force on his core and traps for a successful execution of a punch. The entire process only took half a second, making Freyr confident enough that his blow will hit. It's as if time took a standstill as inertia pushed Freyr forward.
His fist inched its way towards Yuuta, who wasn't moving at all. Yuuta wasn't expecting Freyr to suddenly engage him in combat without warning. He was well aware that Freyr seemed to be an impatient man, but he totally didn't foresee him to be impatient to such a degree.
Swoosh!