Nate watched as the big man stormed toward him, his large frame shaking the ground with each heavy step. The crowd roared in excitement, some cheering for the big man, others murmuring in disbelief that Nate was even standing his ground. Dust kicked up around the man's feet as he closed the distance, his arms wide, his entire body intending to crash into Nate like a boulder rolling downhill.
But Nate remained calm. He didn't tense, didn't flinch. He simply watched, waiting for the perfect moment.
The big man thundered forward, his muscles flexing, his breath heavy, his eyes locked on Nate like a predator ready to crush its prey.
And then—just before impact—Nate moved.
With a swift step to the side, he avoided the incoming mass of flesh and muscle, letting the man charge right past him. The big man barely had time to react before Nate's foot snapped out, landing a precise kick against the side of his leg.