: Leo's vision was swimming, blurring the aggressive crowd into a sea of screaming faces.
The neon sign of the hole-in-the-wall gym buzzed like a trapped hornet, casting a sickly yellow glow over the cracked linoleum floor. Leo stood in the center of the ring, his knuckles raw and his breathing ragged. beat down
As the bell rang for the sixth round, Marcus charged forward, confident and lethal. He threw a massive hook intended to end the match right then and there. : Leo's vision was swimming, blurring the aggressive
Leo's corner was a frantic mess of ice packs and desperate advice. : Leo's vision was swimming