Victor patted Damon on the back. "Good job there, you're a natural."
Damon chuckled. "It's only right. He stood in my corner; now I stand in his."
Damon cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted toward the cage, "Keep going for the legs!"
Edward responded instantly, throwing a crisp combination of punches that forced Luis to raise his guard.
He followed up with a low leg kick aimed at Luis's battered thigh.
But Luis anticipated it, checking the kick with his shin.
Damon winced as the sharp sound echoed through the arena. Luis was adapting quickly, and it was clear he was paying attention to the advice being shouted from Edward's corner.
Damon leaned toward Victor, frustration creeping into his tone. "How do fighters even do this? How do you give advice without the other guy figuring it out?"