Nayoung stood back inside the ring, breathing hard but smiling with confidence. The dust had mostly settled now, and Yoora was standing across from her, calm and ready.
"I'm not done yet," Nayoung said, tightening her fists. "Let's try head-on!"
She rushed forward without tricks this time—no swirling dust, no circling. Just a straight dash toward Yoora with her full effort.
Yoora's eyes followed her carefully. As Nayoung got closer, she threw a fast punch aimed at Yoora's side. Yoora calmly raised her arm and blocked it with ease.
Another punch followed, and again Yoora blocked it, like it was nothing.
But then—Nayoung shifted her feet suddenly and twisted her body, aiming a low strike from a different angle. For a split second, Yoora's body turned the wrong way.
The strike didn't land, but Yoora was caught slightly off guard.
Surprised, Yoora reacted on instinct—and used more strength than she intended.
