They didn’t circle. They measured .
Spoiler: no one did. The bell saved them both. elly clutch sophia locke
Then came the reversal. Sophia’s legs found their rhythm — body scissors that squeezed the air out of the room. Elly’s jaw tightened. Not pain. Respect. They didn’t circle
But in the locker room afterward, Elly rubbed her ribs, and Sophia flexed her wrist. Both smiled. Both knew — next time, the mat wouldn’t be so merciful. Would you like a different tone (e.g., more dramatic, romantic, or competitive/fight-oriented)? Elly rubbed her ribs