“Is that the best you can do?” My sparring partner yelled at me, hitting me in the side. I gritted my teeth and aimed for his shoulder. He laughed at my attempt, dodging my fist and caught me in the stomach. I let out a groan and stumbled backwards against the ropes.

" That was so weak. Come on show me what you got." He launched at me and I narrowly escaped the blow. But then he got me in the ribs, again, battering me without end. I failed to shield my body from the punishing hits. And all the while, he yelled insults into my ears.

“You are never going to be good enough to fight!” He shouted as I fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, trying to protect my bruised ribs.

“Girls aren’t fit to fight. You aren’t good enough.” He mutters, kicking me in the back. I can’t take this anymore. I managed to push myself up and strike at his groin. He fell and let out a strangled cry. I kneed him in the chin and aimed at his stomach. Blood seeped from his mouth as he lay there, weak.

“Guess I am good enough, huh?”