Next day morning
BAM!
A heavy impact rang out in the training grounds as Brandon's fist connected cleanly with Scylla's crossed arms.
The force sent the tall, muscular General skidding backward across the dirt.
Dust billowed around her as she stabilized herself, breathing heavily as sweat pured down her powerful body.
"Hah… Hahaha!" Scylla laughed wildly, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
Brandon stood calmly in the center of the ring "Come on. Don't hold back."
Scylla grinned ferociously and charged again, throwing a powerful left hook, followed by a knee strike and a spinning elbow aimed at his head.
Brandon slipped inside her hook, deflected the knee with his thigh, and countered with a sharp palm strike to her solar plexus.
THUD!
"Guh-!"
Scylla's eyes widened and before she could recover, Brandon grabbed her arm, spun her around, and slammed his elbow into her back, sending her crashing face-first into the dirt.
