Deviation Actions
Description
The boxers continued to circle, neither one throwing a single punch for the first several seconds of the match. These seconds almost felt like they dragged on for minutes as the tension rose to palpable levels, each woman searching for the slightest hint of a vulnerability in the other. Finally, it was the Nova Striker who decided to start the fight off proper, inching just within the edge of her range to peck with a leading left double jab. As she threw them, the fact was not lost on Jessica that because her range was slightly shorter in this particular matchup, Felicia had to willingly allow her in close enough for the jabs to even have a chance of possibly making contact. As such, she was not at all surprised that neither one landed, the German swaying back to avoid the first one inches from her nose, then leaning her head a few degrees to her right to slip the second one aimed just below her left eye.
As Felicia drifted right, Jessica followed, twisting at the hip to fire a solid right straight while adjusting her aim to compensate as she noticed her target bob downward into a slight crouch as she went. Despite the realignment attempt on Jessica’s part, Felicia still got clear with relative ease, a swift sideways lean of her upper body even farther right dodging around the nurse’s early lethal dart. Jessica’s dark brown eyes kept track of Felicia as she dodged low, the small hairs on the back of her neck bristling as she saw intense red eyes staring right back up at her, an impending sense of danger growing rapidly by the instant.
Jessica’s instincts proved correct in the very next moment as the Iron Mountain rose abruptly, rotating her sideward momentum back around and sending it forward to fuel a looping right hook. As Felicia launched the sharp counterattack, Jessica could hear the faint whizzing sound of an incoming bomb and went from watching Felicia’s eyes to watching her gloves instead, reacting quickly by raising her own gloves and leaning right to place herself out of harm’s way just as the razor edge of Felicia’s hook grazed the outer side of her left glove.