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"How are you feeling?"
Dara Camacho took a moment to consider what that question meant right now. Her lungs burned, her jaw ached, and she swore she could actually feel bruises blooming on her side in realtime. Her hair was sticky with sweat and she hoped she wouldn't discover that her new blue hair dye wasn't waterproof. Moreover, fighting suddenly felt hard again. The first round had been a joy, a freewheeling jam session where everything felt possible and she could land at will.
The second round however, had been another story. Everything felt tiring, like running up stairs and she couldn't figure out how to put Breanna in the right place at the right time to light her up like she had in the first. No, every strike felt like it only half connected if it found any connection at all.
She considered all of that in the 3 seconds she took to answer.
"Kinda tired. Not gonna lie. But it's only one more round right? Doesn't matter if it sucks. I'm gonna go do it and bring the belt back to Westwood. So what am I not seeing out there?" She asked her team, looking for an easy answer.
The truth was more complicated.