The hit had caught Zaeed off guard. He had been so focused on his own offensive tactics that he hadn’t even seen the swing – of course, his one blind eye didn’t really help with his perception.

He stood upright as the spar was put on pause, giving a soft scoff of a laugh. He wiped the blood from his newly busted lip, squinting slightly.

“That was goddamn cheap,” he muttered, shaking his head. Of course, that didn’t stop him from being somewhat proud. Cheap shots often won fights. In real fights, outside of those military training ones, cheap shots were very common. Being able to see when and where to aim a perfect strike was not an easily taught ability. He spat to the side and raised his arms again, knuckles at his cheekbones.

“Not goin’ easy on ya anymore,” he warned with a smirk, nodding to begin again.