Gemotions

The air in the boxing gym crackled with energy, the rhythmic thud of gloves against heavy bags echoing through the space. Liam wiped the sweat from his brow, his muscles still humming from the grueling sparring session. He'd taken down every opponent he'd faced, his punches precise and powerful, his defense impenetrable. The coach had watched him with a keen eye, a subtle nod of approval.

He looked around. It was time.

"Liam, step over here." He walked over, the gym suddenly feeling very small. He could practically taste the future.