"You spent so much energy trying to knock us down," Elias said calmly, leaning against the ropes. "You forgot to keep your guard up."
But the real "counterpunch" didn't happen in the ring. It happened two weeks later. Counterpunch
The dim lights of the "Broken Rib" gym hummed with the smell of old leather and stale sweat. Inside the ring, Elias "The Ghost" Thorne danced. He wasn’t a heavy hitter; he was a surgeon. "You spent so much energy trying to knock