The world seemed to spin for a fraction of a second, and in the blink of an eye, the position had completely reversed.
Trevor felt the rush of air, a blur of movement he couldn't track, and then the sudden, hard impact of the floor against his back.
He lay there for a moment, stunned, his eyes wide and fixed intently on Caroline. He was reeling from the shock—how on earth was he on the floor?
He had been a hundred percent sure he had found her opening. He had timed the strike perfectly. Or so he thought.
"You tried, Trevor, but there is something vital you need to understand about combat,"
Caroline said, her voice calm and steady as she walked over and reached down to help him up.
"You can't only be thinking about yourself and your own moves. If you only focus on your plan, you become predictable. You have to be thinking about your opponent—what are they thinking? What is their plan?"
She pulled him to his feet with surprising strength, a small smile plastered on her face.
