Open challenge

Sasha made her way to the ring shadowboxing and prnacing on her feet, stopping only to tugg her shorts into place once, than she went on to reach the ring, looking at it's apron before she climbed into the ring, jabbed her gloves together and waited for any AFW Boxer to come out for her.
Some plain red pyro hade went off by the ramp and the kid's theme was playing aloud.
She felt anxious inside but tried to hide this.

Xerxan found the notice of the open challenge on the boxing board as he moves to the locker room to change to his gear. While you wait the arena suddenly goes completely dark with a soft enterence music building up in volume as it goes on barely a sound is heard even from the ropes moving as he gets into the ring. The darkness slowly fades as you notice by his looks a young man with white hair, but oddly red eyes standing in he corner with dark leather shorts and boots. His gloves seem to blend in with his dark skin as you notice his ears are pointed. He looks like something out of a book you would find in fiction section in a libarary as he looks you over appearing toned even though he looks in his early teens.

Sasha turned and looked at her opponent with some puzzled expression on the little tomboy's face. She was used to female opponent's. She jabbed her gloves together once again and waited for Xerxan in the middle of the ring, eyes narrowed. She waited, trying to judge the boy.

He moves forward to the center of the ring listening to the rules given out by the ref sizing her up estimating how quick she will be along with her reach will be. He says to her with a accent she can't place" I dont plan to pull my punches so be ready for it because I am ready to take what you plan to throw my way." He then slides his mouthguard in then holds his gloves out to tap gloves with her knowing not to underestimate her appearence.

Sasha looked at him rather startled. She raised an eyebrow and nodded, giving a short shrug at the other kid before sliding in her own mouthpiece. She than waited for the bell, eyeing the strange boy past her gloves.

The Bell rings as Xerxan does a couple fast jabs at your face not really expecting them hit anything more than your gloves to distract you from his hard right that tries to slam into your stomach. If the right connects and stuns you for at least a sec he throws another left then right into your stomach backing upto throw an uppercut to your chin to either knock you to the canvas or onto the ropes. If it doesn't give him the time to continue he will be ready for the hits he will take from you in retaliation from his attack.

(could you stick to third person please?)

Sasha saw the strange boy rushing at her. She pressed her close knit guard up some, catching the jabs, feeling the sting as she tried to keep moving. She felt him building up this intense preassure. His right hammered into her tummy and drove some air out of her lungs, she tensed her abs. But Xerxan's upper cut missed. The tiny human bobbed back and came at him with a low left hook, leaning forth, aiming for this ribs.

His gloves move down deflecting alittle of her punch, but wincing alittle as his ribs too a shot forcing him to move backwards. He then moves back in feigning a low punches into your stomach, but shifting at the last second to rise up and hook his left gloved fist to try and connect with her temple on the right side of her face while his right tries to connect with her left cheek to possibly daze her. If it works Xerxan will continue to batter your face to keep you in a dazed state as he moves down to batter down your tight abs planing to show her no mercy as he knows that she will do the same if he let up on her. If it doesn't work Xerxan will try and pull his gloves back to block your counter punches even if he still takes a few hard from her gloved fists.

Sasha, almost falling for this trick, already lowered a bit from his previous punch, bend her knees, ducking beneath his second swing but only by an inch.She could feel the air rush as his glove went by.She swung her guard up again, two blows hitting her head as she stumbled back. She planted her suporting foot firmly on the mat and took a quick breath, suddenly darting to the left. She swung her self at him, faking a left blow with a slip of her shoulder. Just as she reached him she pulled her fake blow short, it has been a faint. She turned her hip and thus her upper body too, keeping her feet below her shoulders like any sane boxer and fired the real attack at him, a right haymaker, or rather a hook at his nose.

Xerxan follows her movements as he hurries to bring his gloves back up to follow her movements. He sends a few quick jabs not sure as if they will hit as you suddenly move in for your real attack. He realizing this is the real attack too late to bring his gloves up to block as he turns his head so your haymaker strikes him on the cheek causing him to backpaddle alittle dazed as he works to recover alittle before he moves in to attack.