Douglas keeps the hook coming, his hips already committed as the punch barrels forward without adjustment.
Ryoma instantly leans back toward the ropes, his upper body bending just enough as Douglas's hook slices through empty air in front of him.
The missed hook carries momentum, and Ryoma uses it. He pushes off the ropes and fires a compact right, straight into Douglas's face.
Dsh!
The impact freezes Douglas in place for a split second, his balance disrupted as his head jerks to the side.
Ryoma pivots smoothly on his lead foot, slipping past Douglas's line and switching position in one fluid motion, taking control of the center while forcing Douglas backward.
"You talk too much," Ryoma says calmly, his gloves still up. "But you fight like a blind boar."
He slides his lead foot forward, his posture suggesting an immediate follow-up, his presence pressing forward with quiet intent.
Douglas takes the bait. He roars and swings a wide right hook with full force.
