He moved.
Not quickly.
Not dramatically.
Just perfectly.
Every punch missed by inches.
Marcus frowned.
He attacked again.
Another combination.
Again.
Nothing.
Henry avoided everything.
The laughter disappeared.
People started paying attention.
Because this wasn't what they expected.
Marcus stepped back.
“What are you doing?”
Henry smiled.
“Surviving.”
The crowd laughed.
But Marcus didn't.
He was frustrated.
Nobody avoided him like this.
Nobody made him look slow.
He increased his speed.
A stronger attack.
More pressure.
But Henry continued moving.
Calm.
Controlled.
Effortless.
Thirty seconds passed.
The timer continued.
But something had changed.
Marcus was breathing harder.
Henry wasn't.