Damon stayed on the balls of his feet, his stance loose but calculated.
He couldn't help but reflect on what he'd learned over the past months.
Somchai had been invaluable, teaching him pure Muay Thai, the art in its truest form, perfecting his technique.
But Wichan... Wichan took it a step further and taught Damon how to make it his own, to adopt a way of fighting that was unpredictable, adaptable, and all his own.
They balanced each other.
Somchai had gave Damon the foundation, the unshakable core of Muay Thai.
Wichan showed him how to build on it, to evolve beyond it.
He smirked faintly at the thought, ducking under a wild hook from Emarn and stepping into range, throwing a quick knee to Emarn's midsection.
The strike landed cleanly, forcing Emarn to grunt as he backed away again.
Damon didn't chase him. Instead, he reset, his breathing steady, his movements patient.