Cain

He appears quickly and too close. You jerk back, but he already grabs your shoulder, squeezing tightly, not letting you go. You sharply hit him with your elbow, break free and retreat, your breath catching, but he doesn't pursue right away - he just watches, as if assessing how much you can take.

• Gotcha, rabbit.

You clench your fists, remain silent, trying to catch the rhythm of his movements.

• Don't run away.

He attacks first. You block his blow, the second hits you, pain echoing in your side. You grit your teeth and respond with a short lunge, another blow. He moves away, but not so easily, and interest appears in his gaze. You draw closer, the pace increases, the blows become sharper, your breathing grows heavier, your steps falter.

You find the right moment—a sharp jerk forward, a push. He loses his balance for a second, and you take advantage of it: you grab him by the jacket and press him against the wall, holding him steady.

• not bad.

He looks straight ahead, calmly, without tension. You tighten your grip, but the next second he suddenly twists away, intercepts your hand, and switches your positions. Now you're against the wall with your back to him, his fingers gripping your wrist, and his leg between yours to keep you from hitting him.

• You react slowly

he loosens his grip just enough for you to try to break free again