Not fighting the thoughts.

Breelia's POV,

I took my stand, each leg an inch away from the other, while hunching a little to gain stamina, I set my two hands in a position ready to block the punch of my opponent while watching with hawk eyes trying to analyse his move.

He moved from sides to sides and I let my eyes follow his steps not wanting to miss anything, but a loud thwack was what I heard next, signalling the connection of a fist with my face when I failed to dunk quickly enough to avoid the punch that came flying towards my face.

"You need to learn defence first before you would be able to master the fighting techniques." Uncle Carlos yelled for the umpteenth time.