"More than ready," Eliot replied. He was looking forward to it. He didn't make a habit of hitting women, but in the ring it was a different story. In the ring, it was meant to be a fair fight. One or the other usually took an unfair advantage somewhere along the way, but it was a structured, somewhat controlled setting.
Eliot had once been wild, untamed, and untrained. He'd fought because that's what he'd been taught at home, because not fighting was not an option. Eventually he'd learned to channel his focus and his energy into something constructive, something altogether powerful. He was only human, but he had an inner strength and a core focus that gave him a bit of an edge, when it came to fighting. A good fight, in Eliot's mind, wasn't so much about defeating an opponent, but controlling them, and that ultimately led to self control.
He had no idea, really, what to expect from Alex. She clearly had some ability, and if he had to make a guess he'd say she had military training. His military training had been intense and specific, the unit he'd trained with so far under the radar the government would deny Eliot Spencer ever existed if he were captured. He knew from personal experience, that was true.
"Let's get on with it, then," Eliot bounced on the balls of his feet. He was really, really, really looking forward to this.