In Jon's corner, his team worked quickly. The cutman pressed a towel hard against his temple, but the wound was stubborn, still leaking as they wiped it clean. His coach leaned in, speaking rapidly in Polish.
"Zacząłeś dobrze, ale potem oddałeś kontrolę." (You started well, but then you gave up control.)
Jon sat upright, breathing steadily, but his frustration showed in the way he flexed his fingers.
"Cross jest szybki, ale to nie znaczy, że jest niepokonany. Trafiłeś go w nogę kilka razy, rób to dalej. Zabierz mu mobilność." (Cross is fast, but that doesn't mean he's untouchable. You hit his leg clean a few times, keep doing it. Take away his movement.)
The cutman kept working, but the blood still seeped through. His coach glanced at it but didn't hesitate to continue.