Chapter 72: Adelaide.

Safira wears me down to the point of exhaustion. At first, anger is what pushes me to fight back, somehow I feel I've gotten stronger than I was and faster too.

Safira comes at me with punches and jabs but I deflect the majority of them. I imagine myself in Cain's skin and his shoes. I imagine myself as him and think of what he would do if he was me. The more I do this, the more I realize my errors.

Cain wouldn't let emotions rule his movements. Neither would Lyros even though he has a temper on him. They would try to see what technique their opponent uses before anything else.

Safia favors attack over precision. She throws powerful blows but they're also blind blows and there's a lot of times when she could have done more damage than she did with a misplaced punch.

She strikes in my general direction and not in precise areas. She doesn't care if the blows catch me or if they do not, what matters to her is that she strikes and her strike hits me. She doesn't care where.

With that