The fight between the two boys had reached a point where neither could find an easy opening.
There wasn't a single punch or kick Desmond threw that Ezra failed to deal with.
Standing firmly on the uneven forest ground, Ezra calmly guided every attack away using the principles of Tai Chi. His movements were smooth and connected, flowing naturally from one defense into the next before turning into a counterattack. There was no wasted motion.
Every shift of his feet, every turn of his waist, and every movement of his hands blended together as though they were part of a single continuous action.
Desmond rushed in again.
His fist tore through the air, aiming straight for Ezra's face with enough force to split apart another tree if it missed.
Ezra didn't retreat.
Instead, he raised the palm of his left hand.
His hand met Desmond's wrist just before the punch reached him.
Rather than trying to stop the overwhelming force head-on, Ezra gently redirected it to the side.
