I raise an eyebrow at him. He's not talking down to me, even as he tells me what I already know. People like me learn to fight differently than people like him. He has height and weight at his advantage, the reality that very few people can match him for brute force. I have sharp elbows, knees, and a shameless use of both. It's how I've survived.

The boxing ring is suspiciously empty when I know there were people sparring there before he walked into the door. I look up at the man, thinking about his offer.

"I'm going to remember that you encouraged me to go after the balls."