It's a wild punch and I duck under it, ignoring the sound around me and focusing on the fight. Mad Sweeney calls my attention to the man egging him on and I roll my eyes. He's a regular at this gym who's never been willing to spar with me on the excuse that he doesn't want to hit a girl but who keeps calling for my blood whenever someone else does.

"I usually ignore him," I admit. "He's never had the spine to get in the ring with me anyway."

But I can tell Sweeney's looking for something to up the stakes.

"I bet you could reach his collar from here."